In the afternoon, a light drizzle began to fall, lasting four or five days, marking the longest rain of the summer. The fields and gardens soaked up the moisture, and everything grew significantly during these days.
The Chinese cabbage seedlings planted earliest by Lin Qiao were ready to eat. The seeds had been sown over a quarter of the land, now growing densely, far more than they could consume in the short term.
Lin Qiao planned to pick them and take them to town to sell.
That day at dawn, it was also Song Tingfan's day off.
All four members of the Song Family went to the field to pick the Chinese cabbages. After some days of recuperation, Song Rong could walk ten steps without a cane.
"Grandpa, you just stand there and watch us. Don't pick anything; be careful not to hurt your back," said Lin Qiao, dressed in a green and white outfit. She carried a basket in her left hand, picking cabbages with her right, with a bit of mud on the back of her hand.
