"What are you doing, bro?"

Li Guoqing took off his coarse white cotton undershirt, laid it flat on the grass, and then lay sprawled out in the sun wearing only his underwear.

"Come here."

"Why are you being so secretive when there's no one here?"

"Hurry up, we can't let anyone know about this except the two of us."

Upon hearing this, Li Guoqing became interested and quickly leaned close to Li Xiangdong's head. The two of them whispered to each other for a long time.

"Is everything you're saying true?!"

Li Guoqing's eyes widened as he retorted.

Would I lie to you about something like this?

Li Xiangdong glanced at Li Guoqing, then turned his gaze back to the calm water.

Besides what he asked Li Guoqing to do, he also had to do the most important thing himself.

Farmers have few idle months; May is a busy time. At night, the south wind rises, and the wheat fields turn golden.

The wheat harvest is the most important event of the year for farmers, both tiring and joyful. This harvest determines the entire village's food supply for the year.

Every wheat harvest season, the whole village pitches in. Even students get a "farming holiday," also called a "wheat holiday."

As the name suggests, it means that every time the wheat is harvested, teachers and students would take a holiday to go home and help the production team harvest the wheat.

Li Xiangdong casually plucked an ear of wheat, rubbed it between his fingers, blew off the husk, and a dozen or so bright green, round, and juicy wheat grains appeared in his palm.

The wheat harvest is just around the corner.

Fourth Sister's matter must be resolved before the wheat harvest.

In the eastern part of Huichuan County, as far as the eye can see, there are lush green wheat fields stretching as far as the eye can see. If you look closely, you will find that some of the wheat ears are slowly turning yellow.

Under the scorching midday sun, countless figures bent over and straightened up in the field.

They were pulling up the wheatgrass in the ground.

Now is a crucial time for wheat to fill out, and we must not let wheat chrysanthemums compete with the wheat for nutrients, as that would be tantamount to stealing food from their mouths.

Another reason is that the seeds of wheatgrass are very small. Once the seed pods burst open and the seeds fall to the ground, clumps of wheatgrass will grow the following year.

A sturdy man of medium build, around thirty years old, took off his straw hat, rolled up the brim with his right hand, and fanned himself with it.

"Even the heavens aren't giving us a breath of fresh air! Xia's mother, stop working and go back to cook. We haven't fed the pigs yet."

A slender woman with beautiful features straightened up, threw the handful of wheat straw on the ground, and wiped the sweat that was about to drip into her eyes.

"Isn't it good that there's no wind or rain? Wait until a big wind blows and a heavy rain comes, then you won't even have anywhere to cry."

The man chuckled sheepishly, "I'm just hoping it rains after the wheat is harvested and stored in the granary, so I can plant the corn cobs."

"You've given God work to do. Alright, you keep working, I'll go back and cook."

The woman briskly dusted herself off and headed home.

Farmers rely on the weather for their livelihood; they depend entirely on the blessings of God.

A sunny day during wheat harvest, a timely rain during corn planting – these are the kinds of favorable weather that farmers long for.

The woman carried a basket on her back home. When she saw some healthy wild grass and vegetables growing along the way, she would cut a handful and put them in the basket behind her to feed the pigs when she got home.

Pushing open the two large wooden doors, I heard my daughter Daxia's clear laughter.

Before entering the house, the woman chopped up the wild grass and vegetables she had cut along the road, mixed them with the swill she had saved that morning, and fed the pigs before going inside.

"Third sister, you're back!" This was the first time Li Xiangdong had seen his third sister since his rebirth.

His voice was a little choked up, and his eyes were red.

"What's wrong, Erzi! Did you lose a fight? Did your father beat you?"

When the third sister, Li Ying, saw her younger brother like this, she quickly came over, patted his head, and asked anxiously.

Thinking of his third sister, who had sacrificed so much for her younger siblings in her past life but died young, Li Xiangdong couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face.

"Second Uncle, Second Uncle, hug me!" Four-year-old Daxia hugged Li Xiangdong's leg and said in a childish voice.

"Daxia, go to your grandma's room first."

Li Ying rarely saw her younger brother cry; even if his bottom was spanked, he wouldn't shed a single tear.

"It's nothing, Third Sister, I just missed you so much."

Li Xiangdong wiped away his tears and picked up Daxia.

Li Ying gave a suspicious "oh," knowing that if her stubborn younger brother didn't want to talk, even if the Heavenly King himself came to ask him, it wouldn't make a difference.

"You play with Daxia for a while, I'll go cook."

"Xia's mother, Xia's mother!"

An old voice came from the east room.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Upon hearing her mother-in-law's call, Li Ying rushed into the east room, lifting the curtain in two quick steps.

"Make something nice for lunch, since his second uncle has come all this way. There's a piece of meat in my basket, take it out and cut some to stir-fry."

A thin, elderly woman with snow-white hair and a kind face sat on the kang (a heated brick bed).

This is the mother-in-law of the third sister, Li Ying, and the mother of the third sister's husband, Hong Shui.

The old lady is sixty years old this year. She had eight daughters before finally having a son, Hongshui. Despite having a son late in life, the old lady did not spoil him. Her third sister's husband has always been a kind and gentle person.

It is said that this old lady was the daughter of a wealthy family in Bincheng. Later, when the whole family fled south, her parents were afraid that their beautiful daughter would be violated by bandits on the way. So when they passed through Quanshui Village, they betrothed the old lady to her third sister's husband's father.

In Li Xiangdong's opinion, although both were daughters of wealthy families, this old lady's upbringing and manners were probably far superior to his own grandmother, Li Wanshi.

Li Wanshi is extremely selfish. If it were her son's brother-in-law visiting her house today, she probably wouldn't even let her daughter-in-law eat, let alone ask her to cook a meat dish.

“Mother, that meat is for you to nourish your body. Xiangdong doesn’t care about that,” Li Ying said, refusing.

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