Yan Yu occasionally feels like he's a diligent old farmer, busy every day turning soil in various fields.
The Jinmen field is typical Hebei soil, with deep and fertile layers, capable of long-term planting without fallowing.
The only minor flaw is that every time he plows, it feels like the earth beneath his feet is doing crosstalk.
Oh dear, you've plowed this furrow quite deeply.
Almost done, let's push a bit harder!
Yes, yes, yes, plant everything! I can handle it!
Yan Yu often wants to just throw down the hoe and quit, but considering if he leaves right away, who knows how these soils might gossip about him behind his back.
So he decides to use all his brute strength, almost turning this field upside down, flipping all the moist and fertile soil to the surface, finally sowing the seeds slowly.
The next morning, after getting up, Yan Yu washes his face in the bathroom, feeling both a sore back and aching waist, thinking farming is truly exhausting work.
