"You mean I created this space?"
He looked around at the seemingly endless space, then glanced at the room behind him that was even bigger than their army's training ground, and was completely dumbfounded. "How hard did we have to work before to create such a large space? I thought we..."
Suddenly he realized what he had said, blushed, and quickly covered his mouth.
Ling Huanwu was also a little embarrassed and didn't even dare to look at him.
After all, he's only just turned eighteen, so saying this is practically like flirting with an innocent young man.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's hurry up and go find the villagers to collect clams!"
Zhou Jiuzhen licked his lips, still regretting why he had lost his memory and didn't remember so many sweet memories with Comrade Ling, when he was pulled out of the space by Ling Huanwu the next second.
At this moment, the mudflats were peaceful.
It was still dark.
The entire mudflat resembles a piece of velvet soaked in ink, with the sound of the tide being the only whisper.
A faint, pale white hue spreads across the distant sea horizon, like drops of water accidentally spilled onto rice paper, slowly spreading out.
The hunched figures of the beachcombers moving in the light and shadow became the most vivid stroke in this painting.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty and fishy smell, swept across the mudflats, coating the small crabs and seashells with a warm glow, and filling the air with the scent of sunshine and seawater.
The two knew that the people who came were the aunties from the farm.
Originally, a bumper clam harvest meant hiring a large number of people to collect the clams.
Last night, Qiao Hui discussed it with them. These clams are not mature yet and cannot be sold for a good price. The labor cost of hiring people is not enough to make money from selling the clams. Therefore, it was decided to open the village to all the villagers of Stone Village to pick them freely.
Meanwhile, at the other dock, Ma, the guard, led a group of people toward the mudflats, intending to mock and watch the villagers' miserable state after raising fish for more than half a year and ending up with nothing.
They faced two groups of people with different expressions approaching from different directions.
Zhou Jiuzhen picked up the plump clam from the ground in just a few hours, and his pupils trembled several times.
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