635. Teach a man to fish_1

The sun had not yet set, and the temperature still hovered above thirty degrees, boiling the air as the ground radiated heat. Bathed in the afterglow, thin-soled shoes would start to scorch your feet if you walked too long on them.

The concrete outside the courtyard became useful once again, with bundles of sesame stalks and mounds of mung beans spread out on it.

The yellow leaves and green pods of the mung beans were still discernible with moisture, but the sesame, harvested only in the morning, had already wilted and dried out after just half a day in the sun.

It was still early, so everyone took their time collecting and bagging up the harvest, instead focusing their attention on entertaining Qiaoqiao—

After all, who wouldn't like the rainbow-colored Daduo, right?

And it wasn't until Sister Tian Tian and her brother rode away on their motorcycle that Seventh Uncle looked at Song Tan with a smirk and said,