Adhering to the principle of never wasting labor,
When Chi Sheng arrived, Father Lin and Shen San, along with Lin Yicheng, Lin Ercheng, and Shen Zhong, five people had already plowed three acres of land.
Watching the few people in the field sweating profusely, Chi Sheng glanced at the man grinning cheerfully nearby.
"Lao San, that's about enough, hurry up and lead everyone to wash up and go," he said.
Having confirmed their earnest efforts in tilling the soil, Third Master Shen cleared his throat in a low voice after Chi Sheng left.
"Alright, alright, you five follow me," he said.
Father Lin paused, gazing at the black soil under his feet with some reluctance.
Such fertile land was very rare indeed…
The group followed Third Master Shen toward the back mountain, becoming more anxious as they walked.
"Dad, where are they taking us?" Shen Zhong frowned slightly, looking at his father with some concern.
Could it be they were being led to their demise?
