Noticing Oliver Abbott's uneasiness, everyone remained silent and did not ridicule him. Even Uncle Gus, who was annoyed by Oliver's slowness, did not say anything.
Being afraid during the first time working in a field is inevitable.
Everyone bent over and planted seedlings, the sun gradually rising high in the sky, increasing the temperature. Everyone was sweating profusely from the heat.
Their clothes on their backs were soaked by sweat, sticking to their skin, making it extremely uncomfortable.
More than half of the rice seedlings in the field had been planted, and hope for completion seemed closer and closer.
"Phew…"
Alison Morrison straightened her waist, it was sore and painful, but her hands were too dirty to massage her back. She stood slightly twisting her body in the field to relieve the discomfort.
"Tired?"
Uncle Gus's stern face softened a lot, watching everyone's movements go from clumsy to gradually proficient, the satisfaction in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
