Li Gengtian said to Zheng Changhe, "We're a bit late planting this bamboo. They take root more easily when they're planted earlier. The shoots are already sprouting now, so who knows if the ones we planted today will survive!"
Zheng Changhe comforted him, "This stuff is pretty hardy. In previous years, it grew just fine even with no one looking after it. What we planted today will definitely survive. And even if it doesn't, it's no big deal. We'll just plant some earlier next year."
Li Gengtian nodded.
After a busy day, everyone shouldered their hoes, carried the harvested bamboo shoots, and headed down the mountain back to the village.
Li Changming, Li Changxing, and Big Mouth Zhao were heading down the mountain together when they ran into Meizi and a few other girls digging up wild chrysanthemum seedlings at the base.
