The snow had completely melted, the weather was getting warmer day by day, and the river's water level was rising. Qin Yao forbade the children at home from playing by the river.
Every day, Da Lang and Second Lang resumed their morning runs now that the snow had melted.
The first task before spring farming was to harvest the wheat planted late last autumn to make room for planting rice.
Regarding this matter, Qin Yao and Liu Ji reached a strange tacit understanding of "you don't mention it, I won't talk about it either."
February was already halfway over, and farmers were busy in the fields everywhere, while at the Liu Family's old house, every member of the family, young and old, was out and about these days.
Even little Jinhua, who was only six, would go out with them. She carried a small basket on her back, and while the adults were busy in the fields, she and her cousin Jinbao would cut wild vegetables by the field ridges to take home and feed the chickens.
