The cultivator didn't dare to argue, just thinking about this scenario was very exciting.
The smart Mousie didn't have to work, just let her mouse incarnations do the tasks while she sits back at the helm, controlling everything.
However, imagination and reality are...
A few mouse incarnations looked at Mousie and countered:
"Aren't you supposed to be working for the cultivator? Why are we the ones doing overtime?"
"You're Mousie, aren't we considered Mousie too? Believe it or not, we'll file a labor arbitration!"
"Down with the black-heart mouse middlemen, we demand direct access to the manufacturer."
"..."
Underneath the Yellow Springs, the psychic perceptions were frequently flashing, making Mousie's face turn black.
These mouse incarnations, how come none of them inherited her endurance and diligence, all of them knew how to scheme and slack off.
