"No worries, maybe they're just stopping by for a quick look. But I must say, Liu Hun, you're really impressive, getting this land up and running so quickly. If it continues like this, when winter comes, the harvest will be bountiful!"
Qin Yue looked at Liu Hun with increasing admiration, not only for his strength but his skill—who wouldn't love a guy like that?
"Humph, bountiful indeed, but who knows how the harvest will really turn out? And by then, it might not just be the crops, but even the person could end up being 'farmed' too." Unnoticed, old Daohao's mom appeared above the two, grumbling and complaining.
When Qin Yue heard this, she retorted, "You can't talk like that. If you could tell the gender of the seeds, now that would be impressive. Liu Hun is here to help us farm. Otherwise, what would we eat if the land remains uncultivated?"
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