Just as Chen Mobai was watching the flow of spiritual energy in Xiao Nanshan's sixty acres of fertile land, Zhuo Ming, who had received his sound transmission talisman, had already arrived.
"Greetings, Master."
Zhuo Ming came with a straw hat on her head, a bamboo basket slung over her right arm, and bare feet. Despite her feet being fair and clean, Chen Mobai could see that the hems of her trousers were speckled with mud.
It seemed that when she came over, she was barefoot in the field, checking the newly planted seedlings.
After receiving his summon, although she had washed her feet, the rolled up hems of her trousers were still wet, indicating the signs of her recent busyness.
"Stand up, you have been working hard these days."
