The tomatoes in the field were ready to be picked, so Mr. Qin and Brother Qin had already gone to the fields, while Mrs. Qin waited at home for Lin Chuxia to return before taking her to the tomato fields with her.
The whole plot was more than an acre; since it was past peak season, at most, only two baskets could be picked this round.
By the time they got to the field, Mr. Qin and Brother Qin had already picked half of it, and when Mrs. Qin and Lin Chuxia joined in, the four of them finished picking the entire field before noon.
The harvested tomatoes could be delivered to the county’s vegetable station, or they could wait until the evening to sell them at the county’s regular night market, where they could fetch an extra two cents per jin.
Lin Chuxia had no plans to set up a stall at the night market; two baskets of tomatoes weren’t worth wasting time on.
She asked for directions to the vegetable station and planned to deliver the tomatoes straight there.
Mrs. Qin was worried, "Better let your big brother do it."
The two baskets of tomatoes weighed at least seventy to eighty jin; how could Lin Chuxia, so slender and frail, carry such heavy things?
Yet, Lin Chuxia was not planning to bother Brother Qin; since the family had already divided, it was not reasonable to keep troubling others.
Looking at the racks, she said to Qin Han, "Just give me a hand with setting them up."
A rack is made by connecting two woven baskets with two wooden poles as crossbeams, leaving just enough space in the middle to fit the width of a bike’s rear rack. When mounted on the rear rack of the bicycle, it could carry more items while maintaining the balance of the bike.
In villages like Qin Family Village that mainly grow vegetables, almost every family has such baskets.
Qin Han also thought Lin Chuxia was too slender and frail to lift the racks and wanted to ask his father to help, but Lin Chuxia was already prepared on the side.
He couldn’t say much more, and mentally prepared himself to give his sister-in-law a way out if she couldn’t lift it.
But with a single command, the racks were steadily lifted and placed on the rear rack of the bicycle.
Lin Chuxia clapped her hands, said goodbye to them, and took the bicycle straight on the road.
Qin Han was practically dumbfounded by how deftly she handled it, he was certain that his sister-in-law was stronger than his own wife.
The expertise of professionals is evident as soon as they get to work, and both Mr. and Mrs. Qin, who were old hands in the field, could see that too.
"I was worried that Yangyang’s wife wouldn’t be able to handle our work, but it seems that I was overly concerned."
Mr. Qin also mentioned, "Didn’t the mother-in-law say it before? Chuxia is competent."
In front of her eldest son, Mrs. Qin didn’t contradict her husband, but she knew the truth in her heart.
What a competent second daughter; giving them the best was mostly because their eldest daughter probably looked down on their Qin Yang, who was rarely at home, and had a change of heart.
Remembering how a good girl like Lin Chuxia was scorned in her own family, Mrs. Qin decided that in the absence of her son, she should treat her daughter-in-law well.
Lin Chuxia was unaware that her actions had even aroused her mother-in-law’s empathy.
She had been doing farm work at home since she was young.
Her older sister was favored, her younger brother was a boy, and only she was available at home, so she had built up her strength a long time ago.
She had been drinking spiritual spring water lately, and her strength had obviously increased.
She was not boasting of being a strongwoman, but at least she was no less than an ordinary man.
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