Every spring, Daohua would go to Daoxiang Village to inspect the spring plowing, and each time he would bring Daozi with him. Once they arrived at the manor, it wouldn't be long before Daozi mingled with the children of the tenant farmers, teasing cats and dogs, running around everywhere.
Thus, Daozi was no stranger to the fields.
While Xiao Moreng and the others were still annoyed at getting their shoes dirty and stubbing their toes on the freshly plowed earth, Daozi had cheerfully picked up his little bag and started collecting ears of grain.
The field where the children were picking up the grain had just been harvested the day before.
After the grain was exposed to the scorching sun, the kernels would easily fall off. Even though the tenant farmers harvested carefully, there would still be some ears of grain left behind in the furrows.
Not only did Daozi and a few others pick them up, but the children of tenant farmer families did as well.
