'Scratch scratch scratch!'
'Pop pop!'
'Puff puff!'
A figure dressed in black cloth was bent over in the field, weeding and loosening the soil, performing the actions with familiarity and mechanical precision.
There seemed to be almost no pause for rest, as if his stamina were endless.
His appearance was somewhat peculiar, without hair, beard, or eyebrows.
The bare skin connecting his bald head to his neck was adorned with numerous complex black lines, extending into areas unseen beneath his clothes.
After finishing his tasks in the field, he silently walked behind a youth clad in a gray Daoist robe, standing motionless.
Lou Yi looked at the freshly loosened and weed-free field before him.
Rows of green rice-like plants, each two feet tall, were evenly planted, growing vigorously, prompting him to nod in satisfaction.
"Diligent in work, tireless, without complaints.
