The arrival of Jiang Xia and Da Huang didn't affect An Ning's pace in the slightest.
After two laps around the village, An Guoming was trailing behind, gasping for air. He flopped onto the ground and struggled to hold up a hand.
"Sis..."
An Ning glanced back.
It looked like he truly couldn't go on.
She had no choice but to offer a hand, haul An Guoming to his feet, and practically carry him back to the An family's home.
At breakfast, An Guoming's hand was trembling so much he could barely hold his chopsticks.
"Did you run on your hands?"
An Guoming slowly, stiffly, turned his neck. He wanted to argue with An Guoqing, but decided against it. Talking was too much effort.
After breakfast, An Guoming, Lin Cuihua, and Zhou Guifen stayed home to continue making the backpacks.
An Ning and the others went back to the fields.
The day passed uneventfully. An Ning earned the most work points, having spent the entire day working by the irrigation ditch.
