Chapter 559: Harvesting Wheat The August sun was like a blazing fireball, baking every inch of Zhou Family Village until it burned to the touch. On the morning following the pork feast, as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Zhou Family Village awakened from its slumber. Roosters in the coops crowed at the top of their lungs, their calls echoing back and forth as if urging the villagers awake. Wisps of cooking smoke rose lazily from the cottage chimneys, wooden doors creaked open…