After the month of June, in the blink of an eye, it was Lesser Heat.
After last night's heavy rain, the ground was lush and abundant, full of vitality everywhere.
The couple squatted in their private plot, one shoveling, the other weeding.
Not far away, Lin Juhua saw Zhou Jiao cautiously moving her feet and burst into laughter.
"Jiao Jiao, stop working, I'll take over later."
Zhou Jiao shouted back to her: "Second Sister-in-law, no need, I can do it. Slow work yields fine work."
Lin Juhua teased: "Can you thin seedlings? Can you tell which is which?"
Zhou Jiao saw Zhang Guoqing laughing and gave him a sidelong glance. How about you come and fertilize?
Zhou Jiao muttered softly, "Aren't they just tall ones like millet and soybeans, and corn and sorghum just sprouting? I can recite them by heart."
