My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

There were many villagers carrying water to irrigate their fields along the river.

As soon as Yang Fenglan arrived, she heard people complaining: "We don't know when this drought will end. The riverbed has sunk quite a bit. If it doesn't rain soon, how are we ordinary people going to survive?"

An old man looked up at the distant mountains and sighed, "They won't be coming down anytime soon. Instead of relying on the heavens, we should work harder, water the fields quickly, and go up the mountain to find some food to store up. This year's harvest will definitely be reduced."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fenglan realized that she had been overthinking things. Everyone knew about the drought and that they needed to stockpile food; there was no need for her to remind them.

How could an old farmer who has relied on God his whole life not see the timing of the season?

Everyone was wondering how long the drought would last and was hoping for rain soon.

Yang Fenglan didn't say much, filled two buckets with water, and carried them away.

The wooden buckets were already heavy, and with two full buckets of water, Yang Fenglan had to rest several times before she got home.

Shen Yu was inside the house, holding an unfinished handkerchief, hesitating whether to go and see what her mother-in-law was up to.

Then we heard noises outside.

"What are you..."

"Fetching water? You don't actually think I'd obediently go and irrigate the Zhou family's fields, do you?"

Shen Yu pursed her lips and remained silent, obediently opening the kitchen door.

Helping Yang Fenglan, they poured the water into the water tank.

Previously, Zhou Jingyi was the one who did this kind of work. Yang Fenglan originally thought that Zhou Jingyi's injury should be delayed as long as possible, so that the female lead's good luck could be delayed.

Now, he can't wait for his adopted son to jump out of bed and water the plants.

“I need to pick two more times. Can you brew some medicine for Jingyi?” Yang Fenglan said.

“There’s no medicine.”

"Oh? Right, you told me the day before yesterday, so let's boil the dregs again and drink it today."

"Ah."

Yang Fenglan carried water twice more, and on the way she also dug up some wild vegetables. When she returned, Shen Yu was cooking millet porridge.

"Xiaoyu, you cook and eat first, don't wait for me, I'm going to the Zhou family to have a fight."

"Huh?" Shen Yu was stunned.

But Yang Fenglan had already put down the bucket and left.

It was past 11 o'clock, and the workers went home one after another for lunch.

Everyone from the Zhou family who had gone up the mountain or down to the fields has returned.

Right now, the whole family is having dinner in the courtyard.

Yang Fenglan came to the door, cleared her throat, raised the corners of her mouth, and made a kind and humble smile.

Then he hurriedly entered the Zhou family courtyard, "Ahem, Father, Mother, Sister-in-law, they're all eating."

It's not good not to invite people to meals, but if you do invite them, you're afraid they'll come to eat.

Apart from the elderly couple, no one in the family dared to be overly polite.

Wang, holding a bowl, looked at Yang Fenglan and asked, "How many trips of water did you fetch this morning?"

"It's not finished watering yet."

Wang thought she wanted to freeload a meal, so she dismissed her by saying, "Go ahead and get busy. The land over there isn't much, so if you're not too lazy, you'll finish watering it soon."

"Mother is right, I will try my best."

Yang Fenglan unleashed all of the original owner's cowardice, to the point that even the youngest person present, Zhou Jingzhi, looked at her askance.

Zhou Jingzhi said, "Second Aunt, you can go back now that you're done talking."

"How dare you speak like that?" Old Zhou glared at Zhou Jingzhi, then looked at Yang Fenglan. "Mrs. Yang, have you eaten? If not, sit down and eat with us."

"I haven't eaten yet, but I'm not eating anymore."

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fenglan saw the shift from tension to relaxation on Wang's face.

"Mother, I've come to ask you for a favor." Yang Fenglan's attitude was as humble as possible.

Wang understood immediately. "You mean you don't want to water the fields? No way, I've already watered so many for you, and you've only watered a few buckets."

"No." Yang Fenglan sniffed, her eyes brimming with tears, and knelt down. "Mother, I want to borrow ten taels of silver from you."

"What?" Wang was so shocked that she jumped up from the stool.