Old Master Bai came to inspect the fields at dusk since he wasn't too keen on going out when the sun was too harsh.
While the wheat of other estates had already been harvested, he only managed to attend to the fields near his home today. Walking along the ridge with hands clasped behind his back, he heard bursts of exclamations and cheers from children not far away.
He couldn't help but look over curiously.
It was a wild field of about three to four parts in size, deemed so because of the two trees and some stones on it.
The wild field naturally grew grass, and Old Master Bai was quite familiar with it, as he would always sit there when overseeing the spring planting and autumn harvest.
At that moment, seven or eight children were gathered there, and the plump little boy in the center looked extremely familiar.
Old Master Bai gestured for his followers to keep quiet and walked over with his hands still clasped behind his back.
