Lin Yuelan said to little three and the others, "you guys go and scatter the ash evenly in the field."
Little Three, Little Six, and Little Twelve grabbed the pans to fill them with ash and scattered the ash in the field.
Lin Yuelan pointed at the two wooden basins and said, "put some grass ashes in these two basins and mix them evenly with water. They will be useful later." She handed the basins to Jiang Zhennan and Guo Bing.
The two of them didn't say anything and went to work.
Lin Mingliang, who was standing at the side, was stunned. He couldn't understand what this girl was doing.
'Aren't we here to plant seeds? So where are the seeds?' He didn't see any seeds but pulled seedlings. His heart ached.
He asked, "Lan 'Er, why did you pull these seedlings out? Isn't this a waste?"
Lin Yuelan shook her head and said, "uncle Mingliang, you'll know soon."
