Although Ning Xiyue had guessed the result long ago, she was still very excited when the result came out.
She seemed to feel the joy of the farmers' harvest, and felt a sense of accomplishment when she saw the crops she had worked so hard for were recognized.
All the food in the team was rated first-class.
Everyone was excited and happy, and couldn't stop smiling, especially Wu Guifang and Zhao Jianshe, whose smiles were almost crazy.
Ning Xiyue shook her head and followed the team to push the food to the corresponding granary and pour it in.
Things moved quickly when there were more people around. Before the captain and Uncle An Guo had even finished their formalities, they had already finished everything and were standing aside, pushing an empty cart and waiting.
Aunt Yang Liu patted the cart and motioned Ning Xiyue to sit and wait: "Now you can take the ox cart when you go back."
"I've never ridden in a bullock cart." Ning Xiyue looked at the ox in front of her that was eating grass. It was not the big water buffalo that picked them up before, but a big yellow ox that was bigger than the water buffalo. She wondered what it would feel like to sit on it.
"Hahaha, if you sit there a few more times, you might not want to sit there anymore." Aunt Yang Liu smiled and reminded, "Remember to cover your face with a headscarf later, otherwise you'll get a mouthful of dust."
"Okay, luckily I brought it." Ning Xiyue took out a big red floral headscarf and waved it.
Seeing Ning Xiyue and Aunt Yang Liu chatting animatedly, Wu Guifang quickly came over to join in. When they were almost done, she tentatively asked the question she cared about most:
"Aunt, our public grain rating is level one. Do you think our team can also be recognized as an advanced collective? The evaluation will start soon, right?"
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