Qin Yao stayed at Liu the carpenter's house until around two or three in the afternoon, clarifying all the details. She then drew a detailed scale-down blueprint for him and returned home with a growling stomach.
The midday sun was perfect. Liu Dafu's fields had finished harvesting wheat, and now the stalks were burning. The village fields were a busy sight, full of bustling farmers.
All the good farmland near the river to the east of the village belonged to Liu Dafu. Every spring plowing season, villagers would bring chickens and ducks to his door, hoping to rent his fields for cultivation.
Qin Yao remembered Old Liu's advice: it's best to rent Liu Dafu's good land early.
But just thinking about the exhaustion from working in the wheat fields a few days ago made every cell in her body scream: Run away!
