Uncle Gus was barefoot on the ground, taking a sideways glance at the guests present, one by one with delicate skin and tender flesh, none of them looked like they were made for labor.
His thick eyebrows furrowed, "Can they even plant rice seedlings? Did they pick the wrong people? What if they end up planting the seedlings wrong and ruin them?"
Planting rice seedlings was not a matter of simply inserting them into the ground; the spacing between rows had to be considered, and if not done properly, it could affect crop yield.
Caroline glanced at the paddy field filled with water, "No mistakes were made, we can do it."
Hearing her say that, Uncle Gus was half-convinced and figured, if anything, he could redo the seedlings he felt were not planted well enough afterward.
Seeing Alison hobbling with her leg injury not yet fully healed, Ernie called out to the staff nearby.
