Ronan Kendrick lowered his gaze to Evelyn Ford. "You have me. I can help you with anything."
Evelyn Ford wrapped her arms around Ronan Kendrick's waist. "Ronan, it's so good to have you."
Those were the very words Ronan wanted to say to her, too.
The rice in her space needed harvesting. As soon as her consciousness entered, Evelyn took out a thresher and a sickle.
The rice was thriving. She had planted five mu in total. The heads of grain were large, and every kernel was plump. Each mu could yield around a thousand kilograms.
The rice had to be harvested by hand, so she could only manage to clear half a mu in a single night.
The seedlings in the farm's greenhouse were also doing alright, but their growth was slow. They had only started growing a little bigger with the recent appearance of the sun.
