At around eight or nine in the morning, Tan Zhengyuan finally grabbed his sickle and headed to his own field.
"Big Brother Tan, Fourth Boss has already harvested nearly half an acre, how come you're just now arriving?" someone jested.
Tan Zhengyuan lazily replied, "I only have two acres of land, what's the hurry?"
In his heart, he silently added, wasn't he supposed to wait until Fourth Boss finished cutting his own family's rice before coming to help?
"Look how lazy he is, I wonder if he can even finish by tomorrow," a woman said mockingly.
The most capable workers in the Tan Family were Fourth Boss and Hu's Clan, along with the couple from Third Boss's house.
But this year, none of these four could be counted on, so there were bound to be some funny stories about the Tan Family.
"It's a good thing there are no sons, otherwise who knows what they'd have to scrape together for a son's wedding dowry!"
Someone made a snide remark, garnering a burst of laughter from the others.
