After summer planting comes autumn harvest.
The heavy ears of grain bent the stalks; the wind blew from the north, sweeping across a field of golden wheat waves.
The closer it got to the autumn harvest, the more nervous Evan Zhao became. In addition to organizing people to patrol the fields and drive away the birds and small animals that ate the grain, he also asked experienced farmers every day to confirm whether the weather would change and whether they should harvest early.
It's not that he was worrying too much, but previous experience told him that God's face could change at any time. If he didn't make preparations in advance, there was no guarantee that this year's harvest would be ruined again.
"Don't worry, my dear. It won't rain in the next few days." Xiong Bo's body had already recovered. Apart from the two long scars across his chest, there was no sign of any serious injury.
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