High Hope
Editor: Atlas Studios
Madam Ma-Liu was very happy to see her bring back so many things. Touching the iron plow with her hand, she said, "This was left behind by your uncle. It's been used for 11 years. I didn't expect to find this thing again."
Madam Ma-Liu put the things aside and said, "Since there's an iron plow, let's start plowing the soil after we burn all the weeds in the field."
Of course, Mu Yangling agreed.
The next day, the four of them set off to burn more than 20 acres of land. After noon, they went to set up a firebreak. When the Hu family saw this situation, they were secretly tempted. After the Mu family finished burning this piece of land, Old Hu walked on the edge of the field. As he looked at the black ashes that did not go beyond the firebreak, he said with a sigh, "This is a good method."
"Why don't we ask them? If we don't ask in detail, I won't dare to set fire to it."
Old Hu nodded thoughtfully.