Li Yuru, following Chu Yang's instructions, gave the villagers who were tilling the land a break.
As for the unfinished fields, it was up to Chu Yang and Chang Yuze to complete them.
Chang Yuze looked at the forty acres of land that needed tilling, and his calf muscles couldn't help but tremble. He had been pampered since childhood and had never done farm work before; this was his first time tilling the land.
Furthermore, the sun was scorching hot, and just standing under it without doing anything would drench one in sweat.
"Chu... Chu Yang... do all these fields need to be tilled?" Chang Yuze asked with a trembling voice.
Chu Yang nodded and said, "Yes, there are a total of forty acres here, all of which need to be plowed."
Chang Yuze felt the urge to pass out. Forty acres of land, how long would it take to till them all?
"Forty acres... fine... as long as I can swindle the core technology of growing Chinese herbal medicine from Chu Yang... I'll endure it..."
