Yin Yang looked at Xu Mumu's outfit, all old clothes with patches. It was long-sleeved, so she couldn't get sunburned, and the wheat straw bristles couldn't touch her skin. She also wore a straw hat; she was very well protected from the sun.
The afternoon sun was even stronger than in the morning, and Xu Mumu was wrapped up in old clothes, so hot it seemed she might explode.
Autumn harvest was originally this exhausting, Xu Mumu looked at those who were still working quickly, feeling a little sad inside.
At this time, crops didn't have as many varieties as they would in future generations, many hadn't been improved, so naturally yields weren't high either.
Despite this, everyone was still very happy, with no complaints about the autumn harvest.
Looking at the faces filled with joy, Xu Mumu felt a bit uncomfortable inside; this era was really too harsh.
