Gu Chang'an also stood on the field ridge, watching Xiao Yunjing pulling out seedlings with vigor, deep in thought.
In the end, he also ran to his own field to pull out seedlings.
Of course, he only pulled seedlings in a small part of his field; he wanted to see the difference between pulling them out and not.
He was still cautious; after all, he had a large family to feed. If the situation wasn't as Xiaoli described, his whole family would starve.
It was only in the late afternoon that the two of them returned home.
Xiao Yunjing washed his feet at the riverbank, put on his shoes, and they walked home hand in hand.
As they were walking up the hill from the riverbank, they came across a person carrying a wooden bucket and holding a laundry mallet.
Gu Qingli blinked. Isn't this Gu Qingmei? Is this really Gu Qingmei?
