After finishing the one-point red, Zhao Zhitong sat in the courtyard with her two brothers and began to recite the sentences taught by their Teacher today.
When they were tired of reciting, Sun Mei washed the three little ones and put them to bed.
Zhao Zhitong was having trouble falling asleep. She lay in her quilt, eyes wide open, looking left and right.
Then, her consciousness entered the space and visited her polygonum multiflorum.
As expected, the time flow in that patch of land within the space was very fast. Now, the polygonum multiflorum had grown considerably. Grandpa Bai said that in a month and a half, it could be dug up and sold for money.
Zhao Zhitong squatted to the side, admiring the polygonum multiflorum in her space, thinking of the shiny silver, and found herself smiling gleefully.
So, Sun Mei and Zhao Dong, who had washed up and gone to bed, saw their daughter staring at the ceiling and giggling.
