The continuous rain had arrived right at the start of the autumn harvest. If they didn't rush to bring everything in, the peanuts would mold or be left to rot in the ground, and the corn would spoil and sprout...
It was painful to even imagine the common folk, who had toiled for half a year, having their harvest so drastically reduced.
In fact, it wasn't just Mrs. Zhao who was worried about her family; Chen Wanqing was worried too.
She had planted all thirteen acres of her land with medicinal herbs—eight acres of Danshen and five acres of Codonopsis.
She had entrusted all thirteen acres of herbs to Chunyue and Li'an. By her calculations, it was time to harvest, and she didn't know if the autumn rain would delay it.
While Chen Wanqing and Mrs. Zhao were worriedly writing letters to the Zhao Village in Qingshui County about how the rain might affect the crops and herbs, Zhao Jing and De'an returned to the prefectural school with the exam essays they had rewritten from memory.
