Yang Qiming turned his head, filled with worry and asked.
"Cailang, if you become rich in the future and I'm just an office worker, would you make me call you Mr. Huang?"
"Huh? Of course not." Huang Caicai scratched his neck, "I probably won't be that rich, as long as I don't have to farm."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuting looked up at Huang Caicai.
"Have you farmed before?"
"Yes, I help harvest rice every year. Back in middle school, we even had a nine-day leave for busy farming season."
Zhou Yuting nodded thoughtfully, "I've only seen others harvest rice, but I've never done it myself."
"Harvesting rice is hard work," Huang Caicai said awkwardly, "There are leeches in the fields; it's easy to get cut."
"Plus, some fields have mud pits. Once you step in, you can't get out, just watch your leg slowly sinking."
"Is it that dangerous?" Zhou Yuting was stunned.
