They weren't afraid of causing trouble; they were clearly afraid their old bones would fall apart on this field ridge!
Upon hearing this, Lin Anniang remained unperturbed, but looked at them with a half-smile in her clear eyes.
"Oh? Not proficient?"
She planted her sickle, covered in mud and wheat awns, into the ridge of the field and crossed her arms over her chest.
He leisurely sized up the group of well-dressed old men.
In the sunlight, her tanned skin glowed with a healthy sheen, and the beads of sweat on her forehead were crystal clear.
"It's alright, everything is difficult at the beginning, you'll learn it after you learn it."
"We, the people of this desolate mountain, whether we are scholars or warriors, men or women, young or old, as long as we can still move, will all contribute our efforts to this land."
"Even a three-year-old can pick wheat, so why can't you older folks bend down?"
"If you don't even understand the food that the people need for their daily lives, can you really manage the Liang Kingdom well and enable the people to live a prosperous life?"
Upon hearing this, the faces of those veteran officials turned pale and then red.
"I'm still in good health!"
One of the older ministers, who had a rather fiery temper, immediately agreed, sticking his neck out.
He usually considers himself a disciple of a sage and values integrity.
Provoked by Lin Anniang's words, how could he possibly stand it?
"Exactly! What's so difficult about simple farm work?"
Another old minister stroked his gray beard and forced himself to speak.
They were already holding back their anger after being stunned by Lin Anniang's kick.
At this moment, after being provoked by words, that scholar's arrogance resurfaced.
It's just harvesting wheat, isn't it?
When they were young, they also read the poem "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil."
Harvesting wheat shouldn't be too difficult!
"Oh? Is that so?" Lin Anniang raised an eyebrow, her smile deepening.
She didn't say much, but simply handed the sickle to the side, indicating that they could take it themselves.
The senior officials exchanged glances; things had come to this point, and there was no turning back.
Besides, how could they back down in front of so many people?
At that moment, three elderly ministers who felt they still had some strength walked over, trembling.
They followed the example of Lin Anniang and Liang Yu, picked up sickles, bent down, and aimed at the golden wheat stalks.
"Hey!"
An old minister gave a low shout and swung his sickle fiercely with all his might!
As a result, the sickle was swung out, but the wheat stalks only swayed and did not break.
He himself almost stumbled and fell to the ground because he used too much force.
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