The next day, at dawn, Yang Ming gathered everyone to move the pickled vegetable jars. They first moved them to the field and left them there temporarily, planning to bury them once the pit was dug. Since they were running out of time, they had no choice but to carry some by hand and use a cart for the rest.
The Yang Family's actions were truly grand. They went back and forth from the rental property to the field with jars of pickled vegetables. Even if people didn't want to take notice, they still did, especially since they had to pass by the main square.
Wang Xiangxiang rode in a horse-drawn carriage back to Yang Village. When she passed by the main square, she happened to witness this impressive scene. As someone always curious, she asked the coachman to stop the carriage and got out to take a look.
She saw a few aunties chatting leisurely in the square, so she walked over to them and greeted, "Good morning, aunties."
