"Another quest has arrived!"
"Only one contribution point a day? With a maximum of seven?"
"Mosquitoes might be small, but they are still meat, after all. Just bury a few seeds, water them, and I can grab some contribution points. Plus, the stuff we grow is useful for everyone. I would help out even without any rewards; otherwise, who would have the face to pick vegetables from the garden? We people of Qingshan Town absolutely must be of high quality!"
The speaker was Old Mao, his face full of righteous indignation.
Of course, his moral sense wasn't that high; he was purely wary of Mu Ying and didn't dare to cause any trouble. He himself being so "selflessly public-spirited," naturally couldn't stand those who did nothing and still expected to reap benefits.
