Time passed by faster and faster. Soon, the summer harvest came. The farmers began a new round of harvesting. Compared to last year's bleak situation, this time it was happy. A good harvest meant that they could fill their stomachs.
Xiao Hu and the others had a holiday from the academy. Jian Qingqing was also stopped from setting up her stall and had to go to the ground to work.
After moving the rice for a day, Jian Qingqing's entire body was red and swollen from the work. It was itchy and painful.
Mother Jian rubbed the herbs for her to stop the itch. Old Man Jian laughed happily at the side. "Big Sister has a rich life. She can't do farm work."
Jian Qingqing rolled her eyes at him. "We're not born in a rich family, right? We get used to it after doing a lot of work? When you were young, didn't you feel itchy after working with the grains? Doesn't Xiao Hu and Xiao Ye also feel itchy?"
