Time slipped quietly by, and Yang Family Village welcomed the harvest season.
This year's weather had been favorable, and every household in Yang Family Village enjoyed a good harvest. An air of joy hung over the entire village.
"Dad, this year's harvest is pretty good. Look at this rice!" Yang Mingcheng carried handfuls of plump rice grains over to Yang Zhengshan as though presenting a treasure.
The family's fields had all been tended by Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi, so this harvest was their achievement.
"Not bad!" Yang Zhengshan said with a faint curl of his lips, nodding.
For farming households, grain was everything.
Although Yang Zhengshan now had some silver in hand, he was still delighted by the harvest.
"We won't sell any of our grain this year. Store it all away!" Yang Zhengshan said.
"Store it all?" Yang Mingcheng asked in surprise.
Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly. "Yes, store it all. With grain in hand, the heart won't panic. From now on, we'll eat rice every day!"
He had no desire to eat corn cakes or drink mixed-grain porridge. All he wanted was bowls of clean, white rice.
"Alright!" Yang Mingcheng broke into a grin. He wanted rice at every meal too. With rice to eat, who would want to swallow bran and wild greens?
Of the Yang Family's twenty mu of land, half was planted with rice, while the other ten mu were Dry Fields planted with wheat and corn.
The harvest lasted more than ten days, and the Yang Family's granary was packed to bursting, unable to hold any more.
Of course, that was also because the Yang Family's granary was rather small. In the past, they would sell off some of their grain after the harvest. This year, Yang Zhengshan was unwilling to sell any, so