After a while, the children had almost finished harvesting.
Fang Ye glanced at the rice field, blew a whistle, and clapped his hands, "Alright, let's tidy up the rice we've cut down here and take a break! Those who want to try threshing can go ahead, and later I'll take you out to sun-dry the grains."
Some children eagerly raised their hands and said, "I haven't finished cutting mine!"
Fang Ye smiled and said, "There's not much left; let's leave some for the birds!
Although we planted the field, it's also with the help of various creatures living in the farmland that the rice can grow healthily.
We take from nature, so we should also give a little back to nature."
Some children were reluctant, "Eh~~ isn't that wasting food?"
After all, they had worked hard to plant these rice plants, with sore waists and aching backs after transplanting the seedlings, and even their calf muscles hurt for days!
