The sky was blue as a wash, the white clouds like cotton.
Under the scorching sun, Palu, who was working, heard a call by his ear, and immediately stood up, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face as he looked at his wife coming to bring him water.
"Why don't you rest a little longer at home?"
Seeing his wife's figure, Palu's face was filled with a look of happiness because his wife's belly had a very obvious bulge, which was his greatest motivation for sweating in the wheat field.
"I've had plenty of rest, I'm not like those noble ladies."
The woman's appearance was not particularly beautiful, her figure had nothing to do with slim and slender, her frame was even considered tall, not at all smaller than her husband,
"Drink some water, take a break."
The woman handed over the earthen jar, Palu took the water, and pulling the woman, perfect in his eyes, sat on the ridge of the field, taking big gulps of the sweet and salty water.
