"Don't rush, you're not even thirty yet. If we can live to be sixty or seventy, we still have thirty or forty years. If we can influence one person a year, we can influence thirty or forty more people."
How many people can these thirty or forty people influence? You must remember, one person's power is limited, but the power of the masses is limitless.
Mu Yi'an believes in the story of ants shaking elephants, that small things add up, and that nothing can be accomplished overnight.
"Yi'an, thank you, it's so good to have you!"
Jiang Shuyun's mood brightened instantly.
"If you want to thank me, do something practical."
"Honey, it's daytime now, isn't this inappropriate?"
"What's wrong with it?"
Mu Yi'an was a little confused. She wanted Jiang Shuyun to accompany her to inspect the wasteland. Could they go at night instead of during the day?
"Didn't you want to take concrete action?"
Jiang Shuyun's hand...
"Ugh, what are you thinking? I want to see that wasteland, and I want you to come with me."
"What are you thinking about all day long, being a teacher?"
Mu Yi'an realized what was happening and was both angry and amused.
"Haha... It's a misunderstanding, the atmosphere is just so good!"
Jiang Shuyun blushed deeply, which was quite unusual; she had acted rashly.
The main reason was that after moving to the prefectural city, the two slept together every day and their sex life was quite harmonious, which made him fantasize.
After straightening their clothes, the two left the room one after the other.
Shao Yun, along with Jiang Mo and Jiang Yan, went to pick up wheat ears again.
Shao Ming was writing something in his room, so Mu Yi'an didn't disturb him.
"Mother, Yi'an and I will go take a look at that wasteland over there."
"Okay, you guys go ahead, Chuyue and Chuqing are playing here."
Jiang's mother responded, knowing they were busy. All she could do was help look after her granddaughter so they wouldn't have to worry about her.
Mu Yi'an and the others went to check on the wasteland, while Sister Li and the others were busy cooking; there would be dozens of people to cook that evening.
Steward Li also called over the women from Jiangjia Village, thinking that more people would make the work easier.
In the yard, there were children's laughter, the sizzling of cooking in the kitchen, and birdsong in the trees...
Amidst the rising smoke, carrying a delicate fragrance, people return home in the setting sun, their faces beaming with smiles, drawn by the fields of ripe wheat.
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