Xiaping Village.
It was already the third lunar month. In another ten days or so, the weather would start warming up. Right now, everyone was busy weeding the fields.
Over the winter, there had been some light drizzles, and the weeds had grown a bit. After hoeing them down, the land still needed to be turned. Every household was poor, and not a single ox could be found in several villages—turning the soil all depended on a single hoe. It was backbreaking work, but it had to be done. Only by turning the soil could it be loosened, so the sweet potatoes planted afterward would grow well and turn out a little bigger.