Song Sancheng contemplated his daughter's grand vision and didn't dare to speak.
After a while, he muttered, "Blame your grandpa; why did he only know how to herd cattle for the landlord instead of going to fight the invaders back then?"
This burden was passed layer by layer, making Yang Zhengxi, who was watching the fun through the screen, envious.
No matter how energetic you are, wandering around this farm or that field every day, operating agricultural machinery under the scorching sun, the novelty wears off.
Qiaoqiao's live-streamed cotton quilts were almost ready to be sent out, and if it weren't for school starting soon, Yang Zhengxi would really have packed up and gone to stay in Yunqiao Village again.
It's frustrating, why am I still not an adult yet?!
