Zhou Jianming was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Well, you are right, those wheat pickers are not familiar with the situation, I have to watch them."

Seeing that his father was no longer upset, Zhou Bin walked out with a smile.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he saw the apricot tree of Aniu's family was full of red fruits.

"Oh, there are so many apricots!" The apricots in Zhou Bin's house had been picked so many that only a few were left. So when he saw the red apricots from Aniu's house, his mouth was watering.

Without saying a word, he walked into Aniu's yard and shouted, "Aniu, eat some of your apricots!"

Ah Niu heard the voice and came out, saying with a smile: "Brother, just pick whatever you want, there are too many of them and no one is eating them."

Zhou Bin smiled and picked a red apricot, wiped it with his hand, and put it in his mouth.

A fragrant and sweet taste immediately rushed into his mouth: "Delicious!" Zhou Bin couldn't help but praise.

Ah Niu laughed: "Brother, why do you say everything is delicious?"

Zhou Bin chuckled, and suddenly something came to his mind.

"Oh, how could I forget about this!" Zhou Bin said subconsciously.

Ah Niu asked curiously, "Brother, what did you remember?"

Zhou Bin didn't have time to say more and ran towards the village chief's house. He wanted to talk to him about the apricot orchard.

He took only a few steps to the home of the village chief Zhou Defu. As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Defu was busy sharpening a sickle in the yard.

Seeing Zhou Bin rushing in, Zhou Defu was a little surprised: "Zhou Bin, what's the matter that makes you so anxious?"

Zhou Bin didn't bother to rest and immediately asked, "Third Grandpa, do you know whose family owns the apricot forest in the ditch?"