Old Zhou received the festival gifts from Manbao and Bai Shan, and the servant who came in also took Mr. Zhuang's note together, after loading them onto the cart, they were about to leave. However, Old Zhou still waited for the old man, and after he came out, they walked shoulder to shoulder, with two carts leaving the imperial city together.
The old man was very envious of him, "Has the land in your manor been harvested?"
Old Zhou replied, "More than half has been harvested, still missing some, but it won't be long, after Mid-Autumn Festival it'll only be a few days to gather everything."
"Was the weather favorable this year?"
Old Zhou's face almost couldn't hide his smile, "There was a bit of drought just during the rice planting, but it rained soon after, can be considered favorable weather."
