"I'm not afraid. We Lin Clan youngsters can stand tall and true. We're not afraid of getting hurt in battle, let alone being scared of a worm,"
Lin Jinhao said nonchalantly, patting his chest with a thumping sound.
"I'm not afraid either."
Lin Jinlei stood straight with a serious expression on his little face.
"Alright, roll up your pant legs and follow your sister to the rice field."
Lin Qingluo's eyes shimmered with amusement as she looked at her two proud younger brothers, her eyebrows arching with laughter.
*
Neither of the brothers had ever worked in a rice field before, but they followed their sister's example, grabbing a handful of rice stalks and cutting them with a sickle. They worked diligently, cutting one stalk at a time.
However, after a short while, their enthusiasm waned, and they began to feel sore and slow down.
