With this idea in mind, their enthusiasm for threshing the wheat soared. The two men would occasionally shout back and forth, discussing what to do with the harvest. The basic plan was to sell half to pay taxes and get some spending money, while keeping the other half for the family to eat. This was a luxurious decision they had never been able to make before.
Although both men were still quite sturdy, swinging flails under the scorching sun was so tiring and hot that their hearts pounded and their faces grew flushed. They had to stop every so often to wipe the sweat from their brows with cloths.
Qingmu and Zhang Huai, however, weren't as talkative as their fathers. The two of them buried themselves in their work, focused only on getting the wheat into the granary as quickly as possible. They still had their studies, after all; they didn't have this much free time to help out at home!
