Chen Shunwei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Shen Yanming say that.

He nodded and said somewhat apologetically, "I'll come and help you harvest the wheat in my field after I've finished harvesting it."

Shen Yanming smiled, neither agreeing nor refusing.

It's too early to say anything now; let's wait until they've finished harvesting. And who knows, by the time they've finished their wheat harvest, we might be almost done too.

"Well, let's get started. We need to finish before sunrise; we really don't have many hours left," Shen Yanming said.

Chen Shunwei quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to finish, so I brought my parents, wife, and daughter over."

Shen Yanming was a little surprised. He smiled and said, "I haven't met your family yet. I'll go over and say hello to them when I have time later."

Chen Shunwei's eyes lit up, and he nodded, saying, "Good, good, good. My wife and daughter have wanted to thank you for a long time, but they haven't had the chance."

"Huh? Why are you thanking me?" Shen Yanming raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Chen Shunwei scratched his head and said with a sheepish smile, "Last winter you gave me a sweater and told me to unravel it and knit it into gloves. After I took it home, my parents and daughter-in-law felt sorry for the little one, so they unraveled the sweater and knitted a little sweater for her so she wouldn't get cold when the heating wasn't on."

Realizing what he had said, his cheeks flushed red, and he apologized awkwardly, "I... I didn't mean to not listen to you while knitting the gloves. It's... it's because the child isn't feeling well, and the family is worried about him, that's why..."

No matter how many excuses I make, it all boils down to three words: "I'm sorry!"

Shen Yanming shook his head helplessly, "Didn't you notice that when we met today you were either apologizing or thanking me? There's no need for that, really!"

That sweater is yours now, and I won't interfere with what you do with it. Besides, the sweater I gave you was already damaged, wasn't it?

You really don't need to take it so seriously. I'm not the petty kind of person. Can't we just be natural with each other?

Chen Shunwei felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, and tears welled up instantly, but they didn't fall until they reached the breaking point.

He never expected that he, a mere security guard in Qingyu Residential Complex, would receive such genuine treatment from Mr. Shen. He nodded firmly: "Okay, I'll remember that."

Shen Yanming patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, go back now, or your family will be getting impatient."

Chen Shunwei sighed and left.

The moment he turned away, tears streamed down his face. He walked several steps away before wiping them with his fingers.

At the same time, I was thankful that it was the middle of the night and the place was very dark. Otherwise, I would have been so embarrassed if Mr. Shen had seen me.

What he didn't know was that Shen Yanming's eyesight was so sharp that he could see the bloodshot veins in his eyes. It was only because he saw tears welling up in his eyes that Shen Yanming, fearing he would lose face by crying in front of him, told him to leave quickly.

To be honest, she's really kind and understanding, hehe.

After he left, Shen Yanming opened his own barbed wire gate, took out a sickle from a corner covered with wheat straw, walked to the spot where they had finished harvesting yesterday, and began to harvest.

With the experience he gained last night, he was much more skilled today. In no time, he had harvested a bundle and placed it beside him. He was much faster than the security guards who had just picked up their sickles that day.

He was completely focused on finishing his work in the fields, so he didn't pay attention to what was happening in the fields not far away.

When his back ached so much that he could no longer bear it, he put down his sickle, sat down on the ground, fanning himself with one hand and wiping away his sweat with the other.

It was then that he noticed that a couple hundred meters away in the fields, many people were harvesting wheat.

These were things he hadn't seen when he first arrived at Qingning Mountain.

Shen Yanming frowned, unsure of their identities.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the ground beneath their feet had just been cleared, leaving a small gap. Thinking that these were newly arrived homeowners, I didn't pay them any further attention.

As for why they didn't suspect these were malicious individuals, it's probably because there was a security team nearby. Those who want something for nothing probably wouldn't dare steal grain so blatantly.

After resting for a while, Shen Yanming got back to work. What he didn't know was that he was partly responsible for these homeowners coming to harvest the crops ahead of schedule.

It's quite interesting, really. Ever since the thefts started on the back of Qingning Mountain, these people have made it a habit to check the fields before bed, regardless of whether there's barbed wire around them. They're afraid that thieves might take advantage of the situation without their knowledge.

In reality, their patrols are completely ineffective. If someone really wanted to steal from your land, wouldn't they have scouted the area first? Their rounds are just for their own peace of mind.

These homeowners knew something big was happening on the back of Qingning Mountain when the sun had just set. Otherwise, the security guards wouldn't have all come out, each carrying farm tools, making quite a show of force.

However, they seemed quite aggressive back then, like they were about to start a fight. The homeowners, not wanting to cause trouble, all stayed indoors.

Now that everything is in the past, those who couldn't sleep came out to patrol the territory. Seeing the security team harvesting wheat in the middle of the night, they were all eager to join in.

However, without understanding the reason, they were still somewhat hesitant.

When questioned, Chen Shunwei did not reveal Shen Yanming's identity, only saying that he felt the wheat was almost ripe and that it was better to take it back and rest easy than to stay here in fear.

The homeowners thought it made sense, so they all prepared to go home and get their tools to join in the fun.

Chen Shunwei didn't stop them, but he still explained the implications to them, especially the issue of reduced production due to early harvesting.

Some people didn't care, while others were dissatisfied. Chen Shunwei ignored them and continued with his own business.

Those who were "rich and powerful" went home, grabbed their farm tools, and ran to Qingning Mountain to harvest wheat together.

The "nitpicky" one, after telling his family about the security guards' shady dealings at Qingning Mountain, grumbled, "They're all a bunch of good-for-nothings. Why did they harvest so early? Doesn't that reduce the yield of grain? Aren't they afraid of starving those show-offs who think they're so capable?"

As for the reactions of these two groups, well, the former not only had the confidence to accept the production cuts, but also likely made the decision after considering Chen Shunwei's explanation and giving it their own thought. In short, they believed him.

The latter group, on the other hand, not only disbelieves but also doesn't want others to contradict them. It's as if anyone taking action beforehand would infringe upon their own interests.

In reality, this is the majority of people; they live in their own imaginations and hope that everyone is like them.

Even when there are signs, he hypnotizes himself every day that the sky won't fall. When the sky really does fall, he'll say something like, "There's someone taller holding it up."