After breakfast, the three men carried the dried wood to the fields, heading towards the spot Mu Shuangshuang had already chosen for the latrine.
She had also reported to the village chief. The fields were quite a distance from the houses, so every time people went out to work, they either had to hold it in until they got home,
or go relieve themselves halfway, which for hardworking folks took 10 to 20 minutes. But for lazy ones like Mu Dazhong, one trip to the latrine took an entire afternoon or morning.
In the end, Mu Shuangshuang was doing a good deed.
At this moment, it was the busy season in the cotton fields. The first batch of cotton was the best, good for making quilts and winter clothes.
Since there wasn't much rain yet, once it started raining more, the cotton would get soaked, turn black, and sell for much less.
