After that, Yang Yunhai didn't appear for quite some time, and Gu Lingling also followed his advice, either studying at home or going to work with Gu Chunhai every day.
Gu Chunhai felt sorry for his daughter and mostly wouldn't let her go, but he couldn't resist Gu Lingling's insistence on going. This year, their family's work points were still quite short.
In the blink of an eye, it was July. The weather had been good this year, and the wheat fields were a sea of golden yellow.
The old village chief strolled around the fields of Nanshui Village every day with his hands behind his back, his face beaming with a broad smile.
The harvest was good, which meant the villagers wouldn't go hungry.
Their village's proximity to the city meant they were better off, as he knew some less fortunate areas that, after a year of hard work, harvested very little grain, leaving the entire village hungry.
Cases of people starving to death weren't unheard of.
