An Jing had seen her grandparents farm before and had done a considerable amount of farm work with them, yet she had never worried about it herself. Therefore, she didn't really understand the intricacies involved. Seeing how Xiao Changyi explained it, she also understood.
It's just—
"Harvesting rice?" An Jing thought carefully about Lin Anjing's memories before saying, "It seems here they use a rice-harvesting tube."
Xiao Changyi responded lightly, "Mmm."
"No wonder it's so slow. Where we're from, they have rice threshing machines." As she spoke of rice threshing machines, An Jing's eyes lit up. She grabbed Xiao Changyi's arm, excitedly adding, "Husband, let's also get a rice threshing machine. That way, when we harvest rice, it won't be so tiring, and the speed will be much faster than using the rice-harvesting tube! It's really so much faster, I estimate at least three times more!"
At least three times...
