The wall next to them was full of yellow corn cobs. Since she and Xue Yan had planted corn seedlings in April, the one acre of land at home had a bumper harvest this year.
Only a few white, purple, and black corn plants were planted, so there were four corncobs of seeds each at home. They were tied into knots and hung up, but they were hung on the wall in the central room. There were also many yellow cobs of corn, which were also kept as seeds for next year.
The rain only stopped in the middle of the night. The next morning, the sky cleared up again.
It was cloudless for ten thousand miles.
"Xue Yan," Xue Sifu searched around and shouted, "Where did you put the writing that I asked you to write yesterday? I'm going to town today. I have to take that thing and bring it to them to carve a plaque!"
"It's here." Xue Yan came in and gave the things that he had given to Sifu yesterday, but Sifu had casually put them aside.
