Feng Qingxue glanced at her belly, adjusted the large straw hat on top of her head, and declared confidently, "If I turn and dry an extra piece of wheat field, you and Xiaoyun can turn one less, huh? Tell me, how much of a burden do I lessen for you by doing this?"
"Exactly, cousin, you'd better appreciate a good deed!" Feng Qingyun said, as she gently swept the broom over the surface of the spread-out wheat, sweeping away the husks and chaff floating on top to prevent them from covering the grains beneath and blocking the sunlight. Carefully, she moved these residues to Miao Fengqin's side, then used a winnowing basket to separate them.
Among these residues were still some grains of wheat, too precious for anyone to simply ignore.