Mu Yangling tried back and forth a few times. After plowing three lines, she finally mastered the technique. This made Mu Yangling very proud. "Father, perhaps I was born to farm."
Mu Shi glanced at his daughter's hand and thought of her strength. He said, "I'd believe it if you said that you're a natural hunter. Back then, when I first brought you into the mountain, you already managed to catch a roe deer alive."
But that was a skill from her previous life. Mu Yangling criticized silently, 'Aren't hunting skills similar to catching people?'
No matter what Mu Shi said, Mu Yangling was very smug.
The father and daughter worked together and soon covered a great distance. When Madam Ma-Liu saw that it was more than an acre, she waved her hand and said, "Alright, stop planting first. Otherwise, the soil will dry up later."
