The road was very muddy, and stepping on the mud was particularly uncomfortable.
She arrived at Yang Minggang's house. She saw the main gate closed and knocked on the door.
"Girl, why are you here?"
"Uncle, haven't my aunt and the others returned yet?"
"No, they must have been caught in the rain. I'll go pick them up in a while."
Frowning, she headed home; there was really nothing to do in this weather.
Returning home, she was still a bit worried about Hu Chunhua and the rest.
Going back to yesterday, Hu Chunhua was pushing a cart and leading the sheep, chasing after the kids. She was quite hungry too, but due to her urgency, she had no time to eat.
Because it was just the next village over, when she arrived at the field, she saw that the children were not there.
"Chunhua? Is this the sheep that can pull the gutter?"
"Yes. Brother, how many acres of land haven't been planted yet at home?"
