Both she and Wenli kept repairing the work, but they were still very tired.

"Ahhh..." The two kids were so excited to see the familiar people that they tried to climb out by holding onto the edge of the stroller.

"Oh, the good boys are here." Mother Su saw that the two boys' mouths were almost grinning to their ears.

When San Ya and Si Ya saw their friends in the field, they said hello to Su Qing and ran away.

Su Qing asked Su's mother and Wen Li to rest aside and look after the two children while she went to help in the fields.

The three of them took turns working on it, so the time didn't seem unbearable.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of February.

The spring rains were delayed, and even the water level of the village's largest river had dropped.

Seeing that the seedlings were almost knee-high, if they were not planted in the fields, they would miss this year's double harvest. The village chief began to go from house to house calling people to fetch water to irrigate the fields.

Fortunately, the area of rice planted was not large, and the seedlings were planted in three or four days.

Everyone started planting sweet potatoes in full swing.

A sweet potato vine with tendrils, as long as an arm, with one or two lonely sweet potato leaves on it.

I saw the women inserting the sweet potato vines diagonally into the soil, stepping on the vines with one foot, and covering the soil with their hands skillfully. After fixing the vines, they removed their feet and continued to cover the soil.

Rows of sweet potato ridges were soon formed in the flat field.

Although spring plowing started more than half a month later than in previous years, the crops were still planted.

But the sun in the sky has the determination to not stop until it has scorched the earth, and February and March actually feel like May and June.