Zhang Ling said this and hooked Li Xiaobao's arm, heading toward her own house.
By that time, Zhang Shan had already gone to the village committee early, and Wang Fen, because of the ginseng in the field, kept running there every morning. Li Xiaobao walked into the living room without any reservations, plonked himself down on the couch, and watched as Zhang Ling went to boil eggs for him.
After breakfast, Li Xiaobao returned to his own home. He felt a bit tired due to the previous night's endeavours and said so to Zhou Cuihua before crashing into bed.
Zhou Cuihua woke him up at noon, and when he got up for lunch, Zhou Cuihua said, "Xiaobao, I think the ginseng in our field is ready to be harvested!"
"What?" Li Xiaobao was immediately startled, remembering that he had arranged for Wu Fengqing to come harvest the ginseng tomorrow, but the ginseng from his own farm was still in the field.