The northern night sky was already dotted with cold stars.
The later the night grew, the heavier the dew became.
Grandma Lei worried the children at home would catch a chill and fall ill, so she waved her big hand: "Alright, that's enough for today. It's getting dark, let's go home first."
Only then did the family stop what they were doing.
Grandma Lei supported Ruo He as they walked back along the field ridge.
As darkness fell, Ruo He's vision grew hazier, but tonight, at this hour, she felt like she could see a bit more clearly than usual.
Everyone carried the bundles of geng grass they'd just cut to the ridge.
Just now, they'd only cut the geng grass—they still hadn't peeled off the zizania shoots. They planned to bring everything home first and then peel them, and the leftover grass leaves could be dried for firewood.
Carrying the geng grass was heavy work, so this job was left for the strongest in the Ruo Family: Ruo Shui, Ruo Zhou, and Ruo Jiang.
