Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

The sons did not dare to delay and quickly responded, "I understand, Mom!" After that, they ran towards the sweet potato field.

Mrs. Sun watched her sons walk away and muttered to herself, "I hope our sweet potatoes will have a good harvest too."

Mrs. Sun stood there, her brow furrowed, her heart racing. She remembered that her family's sweet potatoes were planted after she had helped Xiuying clear the wasteland, so they were planted later than other families.

Now the weather is bad and the drought is severe. The thing is buried in the ground and she can't see what it has grown into. She is becoming more and more uncertain.

I don’t know how our sweet potatoes are growing, and whether we can harvest them. She muttered to herself, her face full of worry. Will she be as lucky as Xiuying?

"Oh, I hope we can have a similar harvest, otherwise how will this family survive? Although our village has planted drought-resistant and high-yield rice with Xiuying this year, and the harvest is good, it can't withstand the rising prices of everything!"

Mrs. Sun sighed deeply, her eyes unconsciously looking in the direction her sons had left. She prayed silently in her heart, her hands constantly rubbing the corners of her clothes.

Soon, several of Sun Dasao's sons came running over with the sweet potatoes they had dug up, panting and their faces covered with sweat.

Mrs. Sun hurried forward, her eyes eagerly looking at the sweet potatoes in her sons' hands.

"Let me see it!" she said anxiously.

The sons handed the sweet potatoes to Mrs. Sun. Mrs. Sun looked at them carefully and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

"Although our sweet potatoes are not as big as Xiuying's, they are still quite big."

She picked up a sweet potato, weighed it in her hand, and said, "This harvest is pretty good. It's worth our hard work." Her eyes were full of satisfaction.

The sons also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mom, you can rest assured now." Their faces were filled with joy.

Sun Huahua touched her mouth and asked, "Mom, will ours be collected?" She blinked her big eyes and looked at Mrs. Sun with anticipation.

She went on to say, "I've tasted sweet potatoes at Aunt Xiuying's house. They were soft and sticky and so delicious." As she spoke, she couldn't help swallowing.

Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth and said firmly: "Harvest! I am already very satisfied that the sweet potatoes have grown so big. We will do whatever Xiuying does, and it will be right!" Her face was full of determination, as if she had already seen the scene of a good harvest.

"That's great!" Sun Huahua jumped up with joy, a bright smile on her face.

Mrs. Sun looked at her daughter's cheerful face and her heart was filled with hope.

She thought secretly that her family's life would get better and better with Xiu.

When Mrs. Sun’s sons heard that they were going to harvest sweet potatoes, their eyes lit up instantly.

The eldest son rubbed his hands excitedly: "Great, it's finally time to harvest the sweet potatoes!"

The second son grinned with joy, revealing a row of big white teeth.

The third son couldn't wait any longer. He turned around and ran home, shouting, "I'll get the hoe!" The other two sons followed closely behind him, their steps brisk.

After a while, they came back excitedly with hoes and bamboo baskets.

"Mom, let's set off quickly!" said the eldest son, panting.

Several people's faces were filled with irrepressible joy, as if they had already seen baskets full of sweet potatoes. They were eager to get to work.

In the afternoon, several other families who had planted sweet potatoes also began to harvest them. The sun was still blazing in the sky, without a single cloud to block it.

The weather is getting drier day by day. Even if everyone works hard and carries water for irrigation every day, no one can see what becomes of the things buried in the soil.

Everyone feels like a huge rock is hanging in their heart, making them feel uneasy. Might as well dig it out now while the harvest is good.

"If this breaks, we'll be in big trouble," an elderly man said worriedly as he wielded his hoe. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe them off.

"Who says it's not? We're just looking forward to a good harvest." The aunt next to her echoed, her hands moving non-stop, her eyes full of anxiety.

"Well, let's leave it to fate. We have tried our best." The other man sighed helplessly and continued to work hard.

Everyone was in a very heavy mood, but they didn't dare to stop working for a moment, hoping to bring the sweet potatoes home before the situation got worse.

Faced with the bumper sweet potato harvest, families in the village who were planning to plant sweet potatoes next year also joined in. They all had smiles on their faces, full of anticipation.

"We can't just sit there and do nothing and let others plant the sweet potato vines for us!" said a young man.

Everyone nodded in agreement, "Trading labor for purchase is the fairest for us farmers!"

Some of them helped carry the sweet potatoes, some picked up farm tools to help dig the potatoes, and some sorted the sweet potatoes. They worked very hard. Everyone exerted all their strength, and their clothes were soaked with sweat, but no one complained of being tired.

"With more people and more efforts, we can all have a good harvest next year!" An old man smiled heartily, without stopping the work in his hands for a moment.

This lively scene is full of mutual help and harmony. Everyone is working hard for a common goal. They will also plant sweet potatoes next year.

Laughter and shouts intertwined, echoing above the village, as if telling the story of the farmers' hard work and simplicity.

Taohua and Shiliu also drove out the donkey cart and ox cart from home. They led the animals skillfully with warm smiles on their faces.

People put the dug sweet potatoes into baskets and then worked together to lift them onto the cart.

"One, two, three, go!" Everyone shouted, working together without distinction. Sweat streamed down their cheeks, but no one cared.

Children were also running around, helping to pass small items.

"Grandma, I can help too!" a little girl said in a baby voice.

An old lady looked at the lively scene and said with emotion: "Look, we are like one big family!"

Everyone responded, laughter echoing in the air. Everyone's eyes were filled with joy and satisfaction. At this moment, all fatigue disappeared.

Wu Baixi, riding in a horse-drawn carriage, saw everyone busily harvesting sweet potatoes as soon as he entered Futian Village. He lifted the carriage curtain slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

In the fields, people were busy coming and going, some digging sweet potatoes, others carrying baskets full of them, shouting and laughing together, creating a lively atmosphere.

Wu Baixi's mouth corners unconsciously rose as he was infected by this picture full of vitality and vigor.