After the month of June, in the blink of an eye, it was Lesser Heat.
After last night’s heavy rain, the ground was lush and abundant, full of vitality everywhere.
The couple squatted in their private plot, one shoveling, the other weeding.
Not far away, Lin Juhua saw Zhou Jiao cautiously moving her feet and burst into laughter.
"Jiao Jiao, stop working, I’ll take over later."
Zhou Jiao shouted back to her: "Second Sister-in-law, no need, I can do it. Slow work yields fine work."
Lin Juhua teased: "Can you thin seedlings? Can you tell which is which?"
Zhou Jiao saw Zhang Guoqing laughing and gave him a sidelong glance. How about you come and fertilize?
Zhou Jiao muttered softly, "Aren’t they just tall ones like millet and soybeans, and corn and sorghum just sprouting? I can recite them by heart."
Zhang Guoqing heard it with his sharp ears, pointed to a place with his finger, and laughed: "So, what do you say those are? Get it right, and there’s a reward — I’ll agree to one of your conditions."
"No need, I don’t want a reward. Anyway, it’s either sweet potatoes or potatoes. Considering this plot and the backyard, can we handle all the harvest come autumn?"
"Once the harvest is done, haul it to the county to sort out slowly," Zhang Guoqing wasn’t worried at all. With space available, there’s no fear of anything rotting in the fields.
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao nodded. She was silly, forgetting they had a divine artifact at home. She looked at Lin Juhua not far away, her eyes filled with admiration and envy.
Truly, she worked like a man, getting work done faster than Zhang the Second nearby.
Zhang Guoqing finished beside her, squatted down quickly to weed and thin seedlings. Seeing Zhou Jiao’s face covered in mud when he raised his head, he quickly told her to go home to check on the kids.
It’s now the busy farming season, and even Mother Zhang can’t avoid going to the fields. Now, with Ping’an left with a few older kids, Zhou Jiao was truly uneasy. Hearing this, she quickly stood up and went home.
She hadn’t even reached the door when she heard the cries of the Mai sisters, scaring Zhou Jiao to rush into the courtyard.
Entering and seeing the scene in front of her, Zhou Jiao almost laughed herself to death.
Her son was looking at the crying sisters, shouting ’go’ while clapping his hands on the bamboo stroller. Each clap made it sink down and bounce up. If she hadn’t wrapped it in several layers of cotton, it might have been clapped apart already.
Seeing Zhou Jiao, Ping’an happily raised his arms wanting to be held.
Zhou Jiao quickly asked the two little girls, "What’s wrong, don’t cry. Tell your auntie what’s wrong first?"
After speaking, she saw Ping’an kicking the stroller with his foot, scaring her into quickly picking up the child.
This little ancestor had already broken one stroller, and if this one broke, there’d be no more left.
"Little Auntie, it hurts so much. Little brother is so strong, he hurt my arm."
"I want my mom, it hurts..."
Oh no! Zhou Jiao’s heart skipped a beat, she glared at the child in her arms, then hurriedly placed the child on her lap, reaching out to pull up the sleeves of the two little girls.
Indeed, both little girls’ arms were heavily bruised and swollen from the clapping.
"There, there, you two come into the house with auntie. I’ll put medicine on your arms, and it won’t hurt soon. Auntie will spank little brother for you later to vent your anger."
Mai Miao grabbed Mai Sui’s hand with her other hand and followed Zhou Jiao into the room.
Placing her son on the kang, giving him toys, Zhou Jiao quickly used ointment on the two kids, then, still not reassured, bandaged them with medicated gauze.
After filling a basin with water to wash the girls’ faces, she finally had time to ask what happened in detail.

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