Sean Knight's offered wages were indeed a bit higher than what the Japanese had provided, which once again filled the locals with hope.
Maybe this was a good thing. Unable to protect their soil, but being able to earn a living by their ability to work wasn't too bad.
"Dinner's ready!" In the distance, a van drove up and stopped at the end of the field. Team members carried the dishes down from the car.
"Professor Nelson, let's go, it's time to eat," Sean Knight called out with a smile.
Professor Nelson was around fifty years old and had a face darkened by the sun, clearly someone who frequented the fields.
He was accompanied by five students, three men and two women, three from Xinjiang and two from other places.
At the dining area, the members delivering the food had already set up folding tables, with rice, Big Plate Chicken, Wide Noodles plus five other dishes, and a pot of soup.
There were also some Meat Rolls for the local people to eat.
