Da Liang was really anxious.
The party secretary was behind him, also standing on tiptoes, peering through the fence into the vineyard: "Zhuangzhuang! Zhuangzhuang!"
Unfortunately, Tao Zhuangzhuang, who was as busy as a bee and excited to the point of wanting to pick grapes by himself, had already entered the vineyard and couldn't hear the call at the entrance.
Besides, even if he heard it, he wouldn't listen!
At this moment, he looked around sneakily, and then said to Song Tan:
"Come on, pick any grapevine you like from here, they're all seedlings in peak fruiting season. Take them back and plant them in autumn. I guarantee your family will have a great harvest next year!"
Song Tan was a bit surprised: "You're really giving them? We've planted some already, it's not a necessity. You go ahead and be busy with your stuff."
Tao Zhuangzhuang then sheepishly said, "I mainly needed an excuse to avoid the villagers."
