Gu Rushan sat down on the ground with a thud, not even noticing the dampness from the dew seeping under him.
Over there, Li Qinghai's family had long since started busying themselves.
These were all tasks they were familiar with.
The five of them split into five lines, their sickles flying, stacking piles of wheat beside them.
They were all skilled hands in the field.
No need for instructions, they immediately knew what to do as soon as they got down to work.
Li Weimin, Li Weiqiang, and the two sons at home were all adept at fieldwork; this task was truly no challenge for them.
The villagers in the field harvesting wheat saw this scene, discussing among themselves, but after all, the Li Family was gathering wheat for their daughter, no one could say anything against it.
Other than envy and jealousy, there was really nothing to say.
