"Serves them right! It's better for those locusts to die!"
"What a sin, ah! Without the grain, how can our family live?"
"Fortunately, we listened to the Village Chief and harvested our grain earlier. Otherwise, we would have ended up like them. Next year, their families will definitely have a hard time surviving."
A similar conversation was happening throughout the village, except in Fu Chen'an's family.
After he helped the villagers harvest the crops, the sun had slanted to the west. At this moment, Fu Chen'an was wiping his body inside their room.
He glanced at the window and asked, "Wife, what is that item you stuck on the window?"
Yao Zhi was mending her husband's torn trousers when she heard this. Raising her head, she glanced at the bioplastic and replied, "That's a flexible starch sheet I bought at the border market."
