After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

When Lin Zhilan got off work in the afternoon, Jiang Chengzhou came to pick her up with his younger sister.

On the way home, Jiang Chengzhou had a big smile on his face. "Auntie, so many people were praising you today."

Lin Zhilan, holding her daughter's hand, smiled and asked, "What are you praising me for?"

"They were just praising your herbal tea," Jiang Chengzhou said, his eyes full of laughter. "They said you're a kind and compassionate person, and your medical skills are amazing!"

Lin Zhilan couldn't help but laugh, "You want some too?"

Jiang Chengzhou quickly shook his head.

He had tried it; it was bitter.

Jiang Chengzhou hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Zhilan and said, "Aunt, I also want to help them with the work."

There isn't enough manpower during the busy farming season.

This is also a military region, and at this time of year, the troops organize soldiers to go to the fields to help the villagers with their work.

Li Xuan was a bookworm, Yan Yuan was too busy, and Liang Ping was in the fields all day long.

Jiang Chengzhou spent a few days of his holiday playing, but suddenly found it boring.

Lin Zhilan looked at him. The sunset over the island cast a golden glow on Jiang Chengzhou's face. The boy's features had gradually matured, and he was shedding his childishness.

She thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, but once you start, you can't give up easily. Getting out of bed is very hard."

"Yes!" Linlin suddenly spoke up.

Jiang Chengzhou squeezed his little sister's hand. "You're coming with me to keep an eye on me, okay?"

"Mmm." Linlin nodded vigorously.

The next day, Jiang Chengzhou really went to work in the fields.

Without anyone giving him instructions, he went directly to Liang Yuan's field.

His aunt and uncle both had to go to work, so he brought Linlin along too.

He was fully equipped. While others brought hoes and sickles to work, he brought his younger sister, a small chair, a water bottle, and an old straw hat.

When they arrived at the field, he first made arrangements and had Linlin sit down in a shady spot.

After giving a few instructions, I headed straight for the field.

When Wang Xiuzhi saw him come down to work, she quickly stopped him, "Go back upstairs, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Chengzhou straightened his back and said, "Auntie, I'm here to help you with the chores."

"No need, no need," Wang Xiuzhi said repeatedly, "You can't do this, go back quickly."

How could Wang Xiuzhi dare to let other people's children help her with chores?

There is no such thing.

Jiang Chengzhou walked past her and said to Liang Ping, "Liang Ping, give me a hoe."

"Yes!" Liang Ping replied and handed him the hoe.

Wang Xiuzhi scolded her son a couple of times, but didn't dare to delay and continued working.

The climate on the island is different from that of my hometown.

I heard on the radio that there might be a cold wave and strong winds soon, which would bring heavy rain.

Wang Xiuzhi was spending her first winter on an island and thought the climate was good and the crops had plenty of growing time. She only started to panic when she heard about the cold wave and strong winds.

Wang Xiuzhi originally thought the potatoes in the field were a bit small and wanted them to grow for a longer period of time.

As a result, it wouldn't work if there was a heavy rain.

Potatoes left in the soil will sprout and rot; if they get moldy and infested with maggots, the entire row will be ruined.

No wonder so many soldiers are now helping the locals with the harvest.

I'm afraid that a cold wave will ruin the crops.

Jiang Chengzhou arrived not late, but Liang Ping had already arrived before dawn.

Now that Jiang Chengzhou has taken his hoe, he takes the opportunity to sit on the ridge next to him and slack off.

Jiang Chengzhou went to the fields for the first time.

The posture does look quite convincing.

Liang Ping had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and he looked at him with a grin.

Jiang Chengzhou glanced at him, raised the hoe above his head, and dug down with it.

With a "snap," Jiang Chengzhou turned the hoe over and saw that half of the potato had been dug out, while the other half was still in the soil, its cross-section white.

He felt a little guilty, but Liang Ping had already run over, picked up the two halves of the potato, and casually tossed them into the basket. "It's okay, it won't affect eating."

Jiang Chengzhou glanced at Wang Xiuzhi and asked, "Your mother won't curse, will she?"

"No," Liang Ping raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "If it were me, she would definitely scold me. It's fine if you dug it."

"..." Jiang Chengzhou shoved the hoe into Liang Ping's hand and clapped his hands.

Liang Ping looked at him. "What? You're quitting?"

"Give me a demonstration."

Liang Ping leaned the hoe against himself, spat into his palm, and rubbed it.

Jiang Chengzhou frowned. "Aren't you disgusting?"

Liang Ping laughed, "City kid, what do you know?"

He stood in front of the furrow, his back slightly bent, and with a gentle lift of the hoe, he inserted it diagonally into the soil, pried it open... and dug up another potato.

Jiang Chengzhou laughed loudly, "You understand, you're the one who understands."

Liang Ping glanced at his mother, tossed the hoe to him, and said, "Tell my mother you dug this up later."

Jiang Chengzhou dodged the hoe with disgust. "You want me to take the blame? Go wash the hoe first."

Liang Ping muttered "pretentious" under his breath, but actually went to the nearby ditch and washed the hoe thoroughly.

Having learned from his experience, Jiang Chengzhou didn't ruin the potatoes this time.

However, he was too meticulous in his work, which made him work slowly.

Wang Xiuzhi is a skilled worker; she has already done most of the work on this plot of land, while Jiang Chengzhou has only just finished digging one row.

Liang Ping didn't stay idle for long; after resting for a while, he went to the nearby field to cut sweet potato vines.

Around noon, the sun was so intense it felt like it was baking people.

The soil in the field was scorching hot, and Jiang Chengzhou's clothes were soaked through. His palms were also a little sore and hot.

Wang Xiuzhi tried to persuade him twice more, but to no avail.

Linlin sat on a small chair under the shade of a tree, her straw hat too big, always covering her eyes.

She would occasionally use her little hand to support the baskets of potatoes in front of her, obediently guarding them.

The sound of a truck sputtering could be heard in the distance.

Linlin held her straw hat and looked at the road.

A military pickup truck bumped along the dirt road, with two large iron barrels in the cargo bed.

As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, a soldier jumped out of the passenger seat, grabbed a megaphone, and shouted into the field, "Comrades! Water's ready! Water's ready! Today it's plum juice, or there won't be any left!"

The people in the field straightened up, looked over, and laughed.

"Let's go, let's go get some plum juice!"

Jiang Chengzhou also put down his hoe and joined the others in queuing.

The soldiers consciously lined up last, letting the civilians drink first.

When the sour plum drink is scooped out of the bucket, it is a deep red, almost black color. As soon as you get close, you can smell a burnt, fruity aroma that is refreshing and makes your mouth water.

The cooks, seeing Jiang Chengzhou, exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll get to work," Jiang Chengzhou said, handing over the enamel mug and urging, "It's my turn."

The soldier instinctively took it and scooped him a full spoonful.

Jiang Chengzhou said thank you and carried the enamel mug to find Linlin under the shade of the tree.

Linlin had a small water bottle, and Jiang Chengzhou filled it up first. "Drink up."

Seeing that he was covered in sweat, Linlin took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to him, "Brother, wipe your sweat."

"No need," Jiang Chengzhou mimicked Liang Ping by pulling up his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his face. "I'm dirty, I'll get your handkerchief dirty."