Over here, the conversation of the three Wang men carried faintly on the wind to Song Chongjin's ears.
Accustomed to hunting, he found harvesting rice a completely new experience, like a bride getting on her bridal sedan for the first time.
Initially, he felt a bit awkward, but after watching how others did it for a while, he soon picked up the knack.
His speed consequently increased.
He just happened to overhear the few words, a shadow passing over his eyes; Wang Laozhu's words indeed reminded him of something important.
Behind them, Old Granny Zhang and Lady Jiang were tying up the bundles of rice. Seeing that it was about time and noticing Lady Lin had finished harvesting one ridgeline completely and was now helping Jindou and Jinhoo, the two brothers harvest their own.
"Okay, it's getting late. Those from Eldest Brother's and Laosan's households, hurry back to start cooking!" Old Granny Zhang instructed.
"Braise that pheasant for lunch, and we'll have rabbit for dinner."
