Qin Yao sighed helplessly and walked towards the kitchen to start a fire and boil water.
She added two more pieces of firewood into the stove, making the fire burn intensely. While waiting for the water to boil, she went to the yard, picked up a wooden rake, and spread out the piled heap of grain again.
The scorching sun of late July was still fierce. The ground, which had been wet just now, was now completely dry as the moisture evaporated. The grain had to be spread out quickly to dry before it spoiled.
As the wooden rake moved in front of the four siblings, they all took a step back simultaneously, and stood there watching Qin Yao, unsure of what to do.
"Go inside and change out of your wet clothes. When the hot water is ready, wash your faces and have a bowl of ginger tea to prevent catching a cold," Qin Yao instructed, pointing towards the children's room and gesturing for them to hurry inside.
