Learning this thing does require some talent and it cannot be forced. Since he can't learn it well, then forget it.
Wang Shiwen felt relieved when he heard this.
It was already June, and the midday sun was scorching. She had experienced working in the fields under the scorching sun; it was quite uncomfortable, especially having to weave through the leaves. She would itch all over after returning. Chunxiao urged them to work as early as possible and avoid the sun's heat. The villagers worked in the morning and then checked on the crops after 5 p.m. Although topping was complete, daily pest control and weeding were essential. There was always work to be done, but the method had to be carefully considered.
In July, the cotton fields were covered in blossoms and fruit. The news that Yanjia Village had begun planting cotton had spread throughout the surrounding villages, and most people were saying they were crazy. Occasionally, someone would come by, curious about their cotton, and it seemed to be growing well. This year, the wheat was expected to mature about a month before the cotton, which was a good thing; it would stagger the harvest and avoid a rush.
Chunxiao would visit Dongsheng's land from time to time with happiness or satisfaction. After Wen left, Xu Shizhu was indeed depressed for some time, but then one day he suddenly cheered up again, probably because he thought of his son.
In the middle of the month, officials entered the village again. The families who received the news had no better way to vent their emotions except crying and feeling numb.
Several women from these families had become widows at a young age. Crying was useless; the dead couldn't be brought back to life, but they still had children to raise, so they worked even harder. Chunxiao, whether out of sympathy or helplessness, became even more dedicated to teaching them.
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