Zhu Wencong returned to the farm, and the Farm Owner, Qiao Chunlu, hurried over.
"Boss! Why didn't you say something before you came? I've been in the various reclamation areas all day," Qiao Chunlu said.
"How's the progress?" Zhu Wencong took the teacup Qiao Chunlu offered.
"Everyone's enthusiasm is still high; they get up at four or five in the morning to go to the reclamation areas, and they busily work until seven or eight at night before finishing.
Everyone knows we must endure the hardship, the more the better, so that our descendants can have a good life.
Our diligence and persistence have even influenced the White people and Kunlun slaves; they are very busy every day.
To be honest, America is such a suitable place for us Easterners; land is always our favorite thing," sighed Qiao Chunlu with emotion.
"Boss! Do we now own too much land? I've been quite worried about this lately!
