"Hiss-"
Tang Zinian gasped as soon as he stepped into the water.
"This water is too cold!"
He sighed with emotion for a moment before he braced himself and stepped in.
Then, he looked at the dense seedlings in the field with a blank expression.
"How do we do this? Pull it out directly? What happens after you pull it out?"
When he asked these questions, Song Qingyou put the cat down and went to the field.
She picked up the handful of straw on the ridge and said, "Pull a bunch out, tie them up with straw, and throw them into various areas of the paddy field."
"Untie it when you transplant the seedlings," Yu Muhuai answered naturally.
"Yes." Song Qingyou nodded.
