For him, the fact that the two of them could stay together quietly was a wonderful thing.
He really wished he could have more of these opportunities.
At 2 p.m., Jiang Anxia was filling water containers in the kitchen, planning to take them to her mother and the others in the fields.
Jiang Anxia carefully filled the kettle with water, then took out a basket, put some food in it, and added a few cups.
Jiang Anxia locked the door and walked step by step toward where her mother and the others were.
Along the way, Jiang Anxia saw weary people, bent over, working with their faces to the earth and their backs to the sky.
Their faces were mostly dark, but their eyes were unusually bright.
That was their hope for the future; they wanted the crops in the land to grow better so they wouldn't have to worry about going hungry next year.
From afar, Jiang Anxia could see her mother holding a hoe, digging the soil bit by bit.
He wielded the hoe much higher than the ginger seedlings. When he encountered large clods of earth, he would use the hoe to dig them into smaller pieces.
As we got closer, we saw that even in the February weather, Jiang's mother had fine beads of sweat on her face, dripping one by one.
It was only then that Jiang Anxia realized how lucky she was to be a child of the Jiang family.
Unlike other children her age, she didn't help with household chores, such as washing clothes, cooking, feeding chickens, chopping firewood, or going to work.
Even after they get married, it will still be the same. They will work hard their whole lives, spending their lives in busyness.
She herself was very fortunate to be in the Jiang family, where she could do what she wanted without fear of her family's opposition.
She can do whatever she wants, and her whole family spoils her.
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