The people around looked on in amazement.
Jiang Qu didn't have time to watch with them, because as the main force, he needed to hold the bag on the side and fill it with wheat.
The fifteen-year-old boy had some strength, and his expensive T-shirt had long been dyed a shade of grayish-blue, his forehead and body drenched with sweat, his vision blurred from being soaked.
But he didn't say a word, silently following along.
[Wow, Jiang Qu seems to have some skills.]
[Those who said Jiang Lai can only start things but can't handle them, come out and take your punishment!]
[Jiang Qu looks pitiful, that T-shirt on him must be worth over ten thousand, but now it's just a rag.]
[These siblings aren't as useless as you say they are...]
[Do you still believe this show doesn't have a script? Which female celebrity can drive a harvester? They definitely practiced beforehand.]
[You guys haven't heard about Jiang Lai joining the crew with funding, have you?]
