Seeing that she understood, Xiaocao directly grabbed Xiaomi's hand: "Let's hurry up and go. Before they start picking, let's go quickly."
Wei Ziang brought over two bamboo baskets, carrying Xiaomi's short bow and quiver on his back.
In just less than ten days, Wei Ziang's title of 'Sharpshooter' had already become well-known in Xiangmu Village.
Almost every day, he could accurately hit his prey, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was one of the only two Hunters in the village.
The other Hunter was a widower who rarely interacted with others and didn't farm, but could sustain himself solely by hunting.
Xiaomi took her basket: "Why hasn't anyone else started picking?"
Xiaocao looked back at her in surprise: "Transplanting? Didn't you know? Your pigsty isn't even built, your father and others are in the paddy fields."
"Huh? What? They're transplanting?" Xiaomi's eyes widened: "When did Dad and Mom start the seedlings? How did I not know at all?"
