Under the blazing sun, the chili fields near the threshing ground were a fiery red. If you walked closer, a spicy scent filled your nostrils.
Taking advantage of the good weather, the ripe chilis needed to be harvested early. Great Saint of Zhenwei Garden, not needing to be asked, voluntarily came to help. The owner of Qiao's Paper Shop, Qiao Xiong, whose family had a lot of farmland, had already agreed with Hua Xiaomai for fifty jin of chili seeds, so he also sent a few apprentices to lend a hand and neatly collected all the bright red fruits from the field.
The chilis brought in from the fields were spread out on the threshing ground, forming a vast expanse of red that dazzled under the sunlight. Next to it was a large scale, and as baskets of red fruits were loaded onto it, a man loudly called out the weights, adding up to a total of two thousand six hundred jin plus some odd amounts.
