Mu Yangling was not tired, but Madam Ma-Liu was exhausted by now. She turned around and saw that they had already plowed two acres of land, so she hurriedly said, "Alright, alright. That's all for this morning."
Mu Yangling turned around to take a look. "Let's plow some more. Otherwise, when will we finish plowing?"
Madam Ma-Liu rebuked, "Do you really want to plow all 180 acres? First plow those 23 acres of high-grade land, then plow the medium-grade land. Let's leave the rest as it is. It's already not bad if we can plant 50 acres."
Mu Yangling still felt that it was too little. She said, "Let's take a look first. Perhaps we can do more."
Mu Shi glared at her as he went forward to support the iron plow. "You're not tired, but your great-aunt is. Go rest."
Only then did Mu Yangling see that Madam Ma-Liu's hands were trembling. For a moment, she smiled awkwardly. "Great-aunt, I was distracted just now. You should rest."
