The people of Qingnan Village, however, had no time to worry about such things. They were once again immersed in the intense labor of planting rice and harvesting wheat.
It was almost time to plant the rice seedlings. Grandmother had been living at Juhua's house for several months, but she finally refused to stay any longer. So, when Qingmu went to Xiatang Market to buy land, he took her and Laishou back home. And so, Juhua's life became busy once more.
In the spring, the plants were lush and green, the sunlight was gentle, a soft breeze caressed her face, and the air was crisp. If it weren't for the intense rush of spring planting, Juhua wouldn't have found this life of tilling fields, weeding, and raising livestock to be a hardship. In fact, she had come to appreciate the leisurely charm of pastoral life.
'Do we have too much land?' she wondered.
If they just had a bit less land, her parents and brother wouldn't be in such a rush, and life would be so much better.
