When Chun Nuan went to the village again, Chun Ning and others had already planted the autumn sweet potatoes.
"Did you really dig all these up?"
The few children were not even as tall as the hoe handle, and seeing them doing such a lot of work made Chun Nuan feel sorry for them.
"Sister, Uncle Luo and Luo Xiaogang helped us, so we planted quickly. Otherwise, it would have taken us at least ten days or half a month with just a few of us."
"Uncle Luo's leg hurts, yet he still came to help us."
"Uncle Luo said that after using the medicinal wine you gave him for a few days, he was all better. If you hadn't told him to rest for half a month, he would have gone to the dock to pull ropes long ago. Luckily, he listened to you and didn't go, saving his life. Now Uncle Luo doesn't plan to pull ropes anymore. He said he wants to find some other kind of work."
