Da Lang and Second Lang slightly furrowed their brows.
Both of them were a bit older and had experienced the panic brought by the turmoil in recent years.
Various conscription orders, bridge and road construction labor, and strange and bizarre taxes - every time the bell tolled, the village was filled with a sense of mourning.
Therefore, the grain-transporting conscripted labor could never be as leisurely as auntie put it.
Da Lang tentatively asked, "Then does our family need to send someone as well?"
Qin Yao calmly poured herself a cup of water and nodded, "Yes, your father is going."
Her tone was relaxed, as if it was a very normal thing, with no need for excessive anxiety.
Da Lang's heart sank suddenly, hesitantly glancing at Qin Yao. He was tugged hard on the sleeve by Second Lang, finally taking a deep breath, saying nothing, and filling her cup with water.
"Once the grain is delivered, will Dad be able to come back?" Si Niang asked curiously.
