Fortunately, she was experienced now. This time, not only had she wrapped the handle of the mattock with thick strips of cloth, but she had also brought an extra pair of gloves.
She insisted Zhao Jing take the gloves.
A scholar's hands were far more precious than those of a young woman like her.
She already felt indebted to Jing for his help. If he were to injure his hands because of it, her conscience would be troubled.
The huangqi was indeed difficult to dig up.
The soil was hard, for one thing. For another, the huangqi was growing exceptionally well this year thanks to the ample rain and fertile ground. In previous years, they would grow to be a foot long, but this year many had exceeded two feet, and their tangled roots added to the difficulty of digging.
They dug like this for some time. The sky, clear just a moment ago, suddenly began to drizzle. By now, the three of them had only managed to clear a small patch of ground.
