In the dead of night, moonlight spilled onto the kang bed. Ping'an was already lost in dreams, while Zhang Guoqing held his beloved wife close, discussing the day's harvest.
He had rushed back before dinner, barely having time to hide his findings before quickly heading to the old yard to find his wife. After sending off his two sisters and their husbands, he later joined his father and brothers for a casual chat.
With the delay, now that their son was asleep, he finally had the chance to hold his wife and share some private words.
"So you're saying we still have to wait a few more days?"
Zhang Guoqing responded with a gentle "Hmm," adding, "The old ginseng gatherers have given up on going to the mountains. It's one thing because of their age, but mainly there's no work points and no way to distribute grain. Last year when the team sold work points, some members weren't happy; to avoid trouble for their descendants, they decided not to go anymore."
