Riding a horse is indeed fast; it took only two hours to get from the county to Liu Family Village.
This was Qin Yao's leisurely jogging speed. If she had ridden full speed, she could have arrived in an hour and a half.
When entering the village, it was around four o'clock in the afternoon.
It had only been two or three days since she had last seen it, but the rice in the fields had already started to turn yellow. It seemed like in about a week, it would reach maturity.
Previously, everything was a lush green, and the ten acres of rice from Qin Yao's family weren't very conspicuous. But now, looking at the same fertile land by the river, the rice ears in her field were so heavy that they drooped, bundle by bundle, standing out distinctly.
Old Liu, passing by the river, regretted countless times that if he had planted the last thirty acres of nearby river land using Qin Yao's transplanting method, the harvest this year would have been delightful.
