He wrote a list and made another trip to store the food in the kitchen and cave, as this place would be inhabited in the future.
Jianzhong would bring back the iron pots tomorrow, as they were all purchased already.
"It's still a while before dark, let's cut some grass to bring back."
Li Pan looked at the sky and saw it was still possible to work a bit longer.
"If you are tired, don't continue, we can't finish it all in one day anyway."
"Not tired. This is our own farm; I'm working for our own good. How can I be lazy?"
Li Pan had brought a sickle for him, and the two of them started cutting grass.
With about two hours left before dark, they worked fast and cut the weeds over an area of five acres.
As night fell, the two finally returned home to No. 8 Farm.
