I went to school early this morning with a sickle. My main job was to clear the wild plants in the potato plot to be harvested and the dead stalks of the vegetable. I delayed my work for the heavy dew. Instead, I continued to search for the potatoes left out in the harvested plot. As the sun rose high I got down to business. I could hardly see any stalks of the potatoes except flourishing grass and some young trees growing from the underground roots left before. But it yielded a good crop. My work proceeded slowly. I only finished a little more than one third of the task, i.e. 10 60-meter-long ridges by the time I was leaving. Mr. Niu said I will be given some potatoes in return.