Unaware of her classmates' bitterness and reluctance to leave, Song Tan seemed completely oblivious.
She pointed at a pile of sickles borrowed from the local farmers, "That'll do. After everyone has eaten, I'll take you to the paddy fields to harvest the rice."
"Once we've harvested enough, let's take a break, eat some watermelon, have a sip of silver fungus soup, and then wait for lunch. It gets too hot at noon, so we won't go to the fields then."
"At noon, we'll go inside, take a look around and rest a bit."
"I've found a couple of threshers from the village elders, so in the afternoon we can thresh and winnow the rice under the electric fan…"
"If we work fast, we can mill the rice in the evening and even have a meal with fresh rice."
Song Tan felt a bit reluctant to serve this rice she hadn't yet tried herself this year.
But, were the 29 people in front of her her classmates? No, they were unmistakenly her Gods of Wealth!
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Listen to that schedule, how fulfilling!
