Harvesting rice requires strength in the legs, waist and arms.
Dozens or even hundreds of strong laborers were sweating profusely together. The belligerent young men held their breath and looked at Yan Mingli, who always looked above them.
They all yelled in dissatisfaction and swung their knives rapidly, but what made them angry was that Yan Mingli always swung them a few times faster than them, no more, no less.
Damn it! Will it ever get better?
Then we saw a group of young people who were unwilling to fall behind gathered together and quickly cleared a large piece of land.
The women holding the rice and the middle-aged men operating the rice threshers at the back were so excited that they wanted to swing their arms and legs until they could fly.
In the end, the young men who rushed to chase Yan Mingli had their faces flushed red because they had kept their heads down for a long time. They couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and straightened their backs.
Yan Mingli also straightened up and looked at the little girl who was jogging towards him on the edge of the field.
Seeing him stand up, Mo Yutong ran even more happily, skipping to him, unscrewing the kettle and handing it to him, "Are you tired? Have a drink of water."
"I'm not tired! I'm just a little thirsty!" Yan Mingli took it readily and drank a few mouthfuls of water in the envious eyes of everyone who was swallowing.
The cool water accompanied by the breeze is simply beautiful happiness.
The members couldn't stand the atmosphere between the two, so they rushed to the small road, where there was some cold water specially prepared by the production team for the members.
There was a big wooden barrel with a simple faucet at the bottom. When you tilted it to the side, water would flow out. Then you would pick up the public bowl to catch the water and drink it all in one gulp.
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