Mu Yangling took an iron plow and two hoes back. It was said that the seeds would only arrive after the New Year. This being clearly different from everyone's expectations, everyone was a little depressed.
Mu Yangling only sighed, but some people cried on the spot. With the absence of a plowing oxen and the lack of labor at home, they could only give up planting a large piece of land.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin were standing in a corner of the camp and watching them. Seeing that everyone's faces were downcast, they could not help but clench their fists.
Fan Zijin patted his shoulder. "Alright, I know you don't feel good, but Cousin has already said that the situation of the other camps is even worse than ours. General Lu Ji from the East Camp ran to Xingyuan Prefecture to cause a scene and is still locked up in jail. I reckon he'll spend New Year's Eve in jail. Don't tell me you want Cousin to go to jail too?"
