The spring plowing, summer cultivation, autumn harvest, and winter storage; the Xiao family planted, harvested, and dried for the first time, and for the first time turned their golden rice into milled grain, making them feel capable themselves.
"Grandmother, look at us, we're amazing."
"Yes, amazing. The first time you make mistakes, the second time you're familiar, and by the third or fourth times you'll know what you're doing. Next year, you'll be even more skilled at farming." Old Mrs. Xiao was very pleased: "These days, thanks to Nuannuan, all you young ones must learn from your sister."
"Grandmother, we understand."
"Good, good, you are all well-behaved. Grandmother can see it, Chun Ning has grown quite a bit."
It isn't about growing taller, but growing robust and dark, the scholarly young man from the Capital has become just like the village kids.
Thick-skinned and coarse-looking, this is the true appearance that can withstand hardship.
