The ox cart arrived at the doorway, and the new grains were first taken down and placed against the wall inside the entrance. Today, it wasn't their turn to be dried, so they'll be left for now; they will be spread out to dry once the sun comes out in the morning.
The partially dried grains on the sunning mat were gathered, and only when the last light of the sky disappeared did the day's busy work come to an end.
Qin Yao felt sticky and itchy, longing for a good bath.
Ah Wang went to heat water, while Liu Ji, seeking a lazy escape, ran down to the foot of the mountain to call back the four children who had wandered off somewhere. On the way, he planned to bring back the money box from the water mill.
The water mill had been running non-stop these past few days, as every household eagerly wanted to try out the taste of a tank of freshly milled rice.
