Early the next morning, Zhang Guoqing got up early, tidied up the backyard, and ran to his family's private plot.
Logically, since their household registration had been transferred, this private plot should be handed over to the village. Zhang Guoqing always thought that after the separation, their family no longer had a private plot. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhang divided the whole family's private plot equally among the three sons and had already helped plow and plant it during spring planting.
Now standing on his family's private plot, looking at the rows of millet, soybeans, and other crops, he couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected gain.
Mr. Zhang came over and saw his youngest son already working in the field early in the morning.
He looked up at the sky anxiously and said, "Xiao Wu, why aren't you going to work? Your elder brothers thought you had left. I'll handle the farm work, you go quickly."
