The wheat got burned?!
Qiao Xiaomai did not care about Yang Ye in front of her and quickly left the courtyard, "What happened?!"
Chen Guilan huffed and puffed, explaining, "I don't know, I was just about to go to the field when I ran into Du Qing'ai. She has gone to find the Village Chief. Upon seeing me she asked to relay the message to you."
Qiao Xiaomai stomped her foot, "I'll go take a look!"
She turned around and looked at Yang Ye with hesitation, "Prince…"
"Let's go together." Yang Ye closed the fan in his hand and pointed to the empty cattle shed, "I have a horse carriage."
At this time in the morning, Qiao Changshun, Qiao Dami, and the workers had already taken the ox-cart to the wheat fields, and if Qiao Xiaomai wanted to go, she would have to go on foot.
The last wheat field harvested was over ten miles away from Anping Village. Walking was too slow. With this in mind, Qiao Xiaomai did not refuse and nodded, "Thank you, Prince."