When someone in the village gets married, people usually give rice, flour, or eggs as wedding gifts.

Those with better financial means are more willing to spend money to buy a bolt of cloth.

He Tiantian remembered that she had bought this piece of cloth for fifty coins.

So it's not stingy for her to give this gift.

Qian Shuishui accepted the gift with a flattered expression. What young girl wouldn't like brightly colored fabric?

Qian Shuishui was naturally overjoyed.

"Thank you, Auntie."

He Tiantian took a sip of tea and looked at Qian Shuishui with a smile.

"Don't thank me, Dazhuang went to work in the mine, right?"

Qian Shuishui nodded, "They leave early and return late every day. Dazhuang said the work at the mine has been quite busy lately."

"Hey, I heard he became a foreman in the mine, right?" He Tiantian suddenly remembered this and asked casually.

Qian Shuishui nodded somewhat shyly, while also feeling a little worried.

She sighed softly, "Being a foreman is easier and offers more flexibility than working in the mines. But Dazhuang said that Director Song appointed him as foreman because he values ​​him. So he should work even harder to do his job well."

He Tiantian nodded. These were indeed words that only Dazhuang, an honest and straightforward person, could say.

After chatting for a while longer at Dazhuang's house, He Tiantian got up to say goodbye.

As evening approached, the sky darkened, and another heavy rain began to fall.

The villagers of Changfeng Village, though not as excited as they were the night before, were still overjoyed, gathering together to enjoy the rain.

The rain poured down all night; falling asleep to the sound of rain was truly a blissful experience.

The arid land was soaked by the rain, and some shallow water accumulated in the rice paddies.

The large river at the foot of the back mountain has also developed puddles.

The villagers who went up the mountain in the early morning were overjoyed when they saw the water in the river.

With his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, Zhao Tingzhang walked along the riverbank behind the mountain. He was going to check on He Tiantian's dry land to see if the wheat could be planted.

It rained heavily all night, and this morning the children carried their stools to Zhao Family School with great enthusiasm.

But when they arrived, they found that the muddy ground in the courtyard of the Zhao family's school had been trampled into a mess.

Anyone who goes in gets their feet covered in mud, and the stools that are brought in are also covered in mud.

This somewhat disrupted the atmosphere of reading. Zhao Yan stood in the yard, thought for a moment, and then decided to let the children go home first.

Wait until the mud in the yard dries a bit before reading.

Zhao Wanzi and He Shitou carried the stools back home. He Tiantian was taking care of Xiao Mingzhu in the house when she heard the sound of the courtyard gate being opened. Curious, she came out to take a look.

Zhao Wanzi and He Shitou closed the door and went inside.

"Why are you back again? Don't you have to study today?"

Zhao Wanzi sighed, "Sigh, Brother Zhao Yan's yard is all muddy, so we can't have classes."

He Tiantian looked around her yard. Luckily, she had spent money to pave the yard with blue bricks when the house was built.

"Alright, let's wait until it's drier before we go," He Tiantian advised, there was no other way.

However, He Shitou was actually hoping for rain. "It can't be dry. It needs more rain, otherwise I'll keep thinking there will be another drought. Hehe."