In the blink of an eye, two more days passed. All of the double-barrelled guns at Shuangshuang's house were complete, and the harvest from the three acres was threshed at the village's threshing ground.
The first thing after finishing was to call Mr. Mu from the Old Mu Family to come weigh it together.
Half of the total harvest would belong to the Old Mu Family.
The work at the Old Mu Family was still in the harvesting phase.
Fortunately, it hadn't rained recently; otherwise, the ripe harvest in their fields would have gone rotten.
Mr. Mu, holding his dry tobacco pipe, walked towards the threshing ground.
On the way, he encountered several villagers, who asked about Mu Dade.
"Uncle Mu, Da De has become a scholar now. Why does your family still need to farm?" The young lad from the Wu Family at the village entrance looked puzzled.
Mr. Mu was about to respond when an older man from the village interrupted:
