As the sounds in the house gradually stopped, the night grew deeper, and it was unknown how long it had been before the sky turned light. After the sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking, mixed voices were heard, and the village "woke up."
Recently, the weather had been good, making it a great season for sowing. Every household was busy with farming activities, and Lin Qiao's family was no exception. They got up very early to work in the fields planting vegetables.
Song Rong and Song Qin had been doing farm work all their lives and were very skilled at planting vegetables. The two of them dug pits and scattered ashes, Song Tingfan followed behind, spreading manure, while Lin Qiao had no task at hand. She just pinched the vegetable seedlings, waiting to go back and cook.
After two or three quarters past 5 a.m. to 7 a.m., they finished their work and went home.
Breakfast was simple; they reheated the leftover rice from the previous night to make do.
