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[No, I just got here. We're harvesting right now. Anyone have time to come and help? I'm getting back to work.]

I'm free, I'll be right there.

Count me in, I came with my wife.

Shi Wen of Old Man Ma.

His family is a member of an ethnic minority.

Old Man Ma's son died of illness more than ten years ago, and his daughter-in-law was in a car accident, leaving behind three young children—two boys and a girl—to be raised by the elderly couple.

The village set up a file for them, and the township government usually takes good care of their family. The nearby villagers have also helped them a lot.

Shi Wen, watching the sheep being herded into the new livestock pen, estimated that it would only take about ten minutes to get all the cattle and sheep into the pens, and said in the group chat, "Count me in too, I'll come as soon as the livestock are settled."

Shi Wen him gesturing, telling the dogs to hurry up.

The dogs started running, forcing the sheep into the barn from three directions.

The sheep stirred and, as was their habit, ran in the direction the dog was driving them. Within minutes, they were all inside the barn.

Shi Wen deal with it, so I herded the cattle and geese into the empty shed and locked them up temporarily. Then I closed the shed door and rode my bike to Old Man Ma's house.

When he arrived, there were already twenty or thirty people working.

Everyone was working enthusiastically—raking hay, carrying loads, rolling hay bales, driving vehicles—and everyone was sweating profusely.

On the ground, bundles of straw were quickly formed, then loaded onto carts and transported to Old Man Ma's warehouse.

Don't underestimate the value of grass. If all this grass gets ruined by rain, we'll have to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy more fodder in the winter.

Old Man Ma's family was not well-off to begin with, and this money would definitely make the two elders feel the pinch for several years.

After Shi Wen arrived, he didn't say anything and silently joined the group of people carrying things.

He was strong, so he simply lifted a bundle of straw in each hand and carried it onto the transport vehicle.

Most men can manage to lift it once or twice, but if they try to do it several times, they definitely won't be able to lift it anymore.

Shi Wen carried the loads back and forth, her movements perfectly steady.

With everyone working together, they managed to gather all the hay into the warehouse before the raindrops completely started falling.

In the last few minutes, everyone got a little wet.

Rain and sweat mingled, leaving everyone except Shi Wen looking exhausted and disheveled.

Shi Wen was different. He had been carrying hay bales for so long, but he hadn't sweated much or gotten oily. He looked clean and refreshed, and even his hairstyle hadn't changed much.

Fu Meng patted him on the shoulder. "Not bad, you look so gentle, but you're surprisingly strong."

Laughter Shi Wen.

Because of his bloodline, his physical condition was much better than that of ordinary humans.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to raise hundreds of cattle and sheep all by himself with just a few dogs.

Everyone crowded into the hall, some standing and some sitting.

Old Man Ma's family brewed milk tea to treat everyone.

His little granddaughter carried a large plate of butter and served it to everyone.

The grandson lifted the huge teapot with both hands, and because he wasn't strong enough, he slightly sticked out his belly, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to lift the teapot.

The men present quickly took the items from the two siblings.

A man patted the little boy on the shoulder with his large hand and praised him with a smile, "What a little man!"

Seeing this, another woman patted the little girl's head and praised her, "She's a good girl too."

Old Man Ma quickly invited everyone to have some tea.

Everyone praised the elderly couple's three children, from their eldest grandson who helped move hay to their youngest granddaughter who served butter; they complimented each child, saying they would surely amount to something when they grew up.

The raindrops pattered against the roof.

Steam rushed in from outside the door. Many people, still sweating, shivered as the cool breeze carrying the steam hit them. They quickly grabbed their milk tea bowls with both hands and gulped down several mouthfuls of the hot, salty milk tea with butter and fried ingredients.

Everyone started talking about things on the ranch.

As they chatted, someone said, "With this rain, the wild blueberries on the mountain should be ripe by now, right?"

Shi Wen, "There are wild blueberries here too?"

Fu Meng: "Yes, they're everywhere on the mountain. If you want to eat them, I'll take you to pick some another day."

Shi Wen that Shi Wen is really interested in blueberries.

After everyone went back, he specifically contacted Fu Meng to find out about the blueberries, planning to go and pick some.

There are many mountains here, and Fu Meng couldn't describe them well. After some discussion, he simply told him that he would personally take him there tomorrow.

It just so happened that Fu Meng's children were on summer vacation, so Fu Meng planned to take them to the mountains to pick some blueberries.

The next morning, Shi Wen care of things at home, and after getting ready, he rode his motorcycle to Fu Meng's house.

Seeing the cat on his back and three dogs behind him, Fu Meng couldn't help but laugh, "How come you're dragging your whole family along? Can they even keep up?"

"They can run. Their stamina is much better than that of ordinary puppies; going up a mountain shouldn't be a problem," Shi Wen explained with a hint of helplessness. "These little guys are too clever. They knew I was going out to play today, and as soon as I stepped out the door, they grabbed my trouser leg and wouldn't let me go, so I had no choice but to bring them along."

"Judging by the size of your dogs, I think it should be fine." Fu Meng nodded and added, "Have a seat for a while, your sister-in-law will be here soon after she's tidied up."

Chang Qingqing quickly came out with her son Fu Senze and daughter Fu Ningjia, and said excitedly, "Let's go, let's go, let's set off now."

Fu Meng rode out on his motorcycle.

Chang Qingqing held the two children between herself and Fu Meng.

Her family's motorcycle wasn't big, and she was carrying a stack of buckets in her left hand and a metal bucket in her right, cramming the motorcycle full to the brim, making the faces of her two children almost deformed from the pressure.

Shi Wen, Shi Wen couldn't help but say, "Why don't you let Senze sit behind me?"

Chang Qingqing smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Fu Senze excitedly slid out of his father's car and moved behind Shi Wen.

Just Shi Wen placed a large bucket on the back of the motorcycle, and Fu Senze was sandwiched in the middle, so there was no need to worry about him falling off.