They say Yang Aoshuang is causing a scene about committing suicide at home.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia pursed her lips and didn’t ask any more questions. She went back to the village with Ye Zi’an.
"You damn girl, where’d you go all night?" Ms.Wang couldn’t help asking when she saw them coming back from outside.
"Had some sudden business in town."
"You didn’t even bother to let us know in advance? You probably don’t know how worried your father and I were this morning. It wasn’t until Xiu’er told us that the horse was gone too that we thought you might have gone out to do something." Ms.Wang nagged while complaining, "And Brother An, you should have talked some sense into Xiaxia when she throws these tantrums, not indulging her."
Ye Zi’an just smiled, "Auntie, Xiaxia had something to do in town."
"Alright, I won’t scold you guys." Hearing his defense, Ms.Wang could only helplessly say, "Just remember to inform us beforehand, don’t leave your father and me hanging."
"Got it, Mom!" Yang Chuxia nodded, "By the way, where’s Dad? I haven’t seen him."
"In this season, how could your father be idle at home?" Ms.Wang responded, "The early rice and beans at home are now ready for harvest, and this year’s corn too. Your father has taken people to harvest them."
After that, Ms.Wang continued, "In a little over ten days, the peanuts will be ripe too. So much work to do!"
Yang Chuxia then remembered the white sweet potatoes they had planted before.
"Brother An, should the white sweet potatoes we planted earlier be ripe too?"
Ye Zi’an nodded, "Yeah, it should be about the time to harvest them along with the peanuts."
"Then it’ll be just right after we harvest the beans." With that, Yang Chuxia took out two pieces of fruit from home, gave one to Brother An, and said, "I’m going to the field to find my father and help with the autumn harvest."
"I’ll go with you. I checked on our beans and corn at home last time, they’ll be ready for harvest in another two days." Ye Zi’an said.
Seeing the two kids going to the field, Ms. Wang didn’t stop them. She just took some cold white water and some snacks out of the house, put them in a basket for Yang Chuxia to carry.
"Brother An, do you think I was too harsh on Yang Aoshuang?" Yang Chuxia asked on the way.
She knew that although Brother An had never directly asked her about what she was doing at the academy, he must have guessed it. Especially with the news filtering in from the outside, he would have been even more certain. He had always kept quiet about it, so Yang Chuxia suddenly wanted to know his thoughts.
Upon hearing her question, Ye Zi’an looked at her and said, "You were pretty harsh, but she was harsh on you too. It’s a tit-for-tat, both sides are even."
"Hehe, Brother An knows me best." Yang Chuxia laughed.
"If I don’t know you, who would?" Ye Zi’an scratched her head as he spoke.
In their chit-chat, they had already arrived at the fields. Yang Dachuan and the other men were picking corn.
"Oh, you’re back. Where’d you go last night? Your mom and I even searched the whole village for you. It wasn’t until we saw the house’s horse was gone, too, that we thought you might have gone to town." Yang Dachuan grumbled as soon as he saw her, "I mean, you have a carriage; why’d you take the horse?"
"Dad, Brother An and I had something to do in town." Yang Chuxia sidestepped the issue and said, "Our corn looks great, Dad!"
"Isn’t it? Each stalk has several cobs on it." Yang Dachuan remarked, "After the corn has grown, it needs more manure to grow well, and when the seedlings are small, they need to be cleared of weeds." Yang Dachuan knew more clearly about crops than anyone else.