After picking up the bowls and chopsticks, the girls from the second room washed dishes in the kitchen while the adults in the room discussed this year's harvest in the fields.
Jiang Changhai, "Dad, how was the harvest in the fields this year? Is it more than last year?"
"With ample rain today, each rice ear in the fields was heavy, and the grains were full. It looks to be better than last year's harvest. If nothing unexpected happens, we should have a bumper year." Mentioning the crops, Jiang Dashan rarely showed a smile.
"Yeah, after a whole day of bustling around yesterday, we only managed to bring all the sun-dried grains into the storeroom. Today we finally get to rest. These days have really worn everyone out," Jiang Changtao said with a weary face.
"As long as it's a bumper year, it's worth the tiredness. This means we can divide up more food at the end of the year." Jiang Changhai was happy, feeling that life at home was genuinely getting better by the day.
