Xi Bao had been waiting with the mule for a while. Hearing what Old Jin said, he led the mule into the field, with Boss Jin following behind to handle the plow.
"My boy here, though young in age, is more capable than his older brothers. He's got a sharp mind, full of bright ideas. Out of the two of us old folks, he's the one we dote on the most." Old Jin looked at his son with eyes nearly blooming with pride. "Old Fourth, big sister, what do you two think of my Xi Bao?"
Lian Shouxin wasn't paying much attention to Old Jin's words; his focus was on something else entirely.
Having someone help with the farming was a good thing. However, among tenant farmers, reciprocity was a common practice. His family and the Old Jin Family were neither relatives nor friends; why would they go out of their way to help his family with such grand gestures?
