Without giving Song Zhang and the others any chance to rest, Qin Yao waved her hand and led the group into her own muddy field.
First, she taught how to harvest the seedlings.
The vigorous seedlings, already grown to calf-high, were pulled out in bundles, tied with straw rope, then placed on a dustpan to be transported to the field where they would be transplanted.
These fields already had water, with the height reaching above the ankles, and were pre-treated with natural farm fertilizers.
The transplanted seedlings need to be arranged neatly, horizontally and vertically, row by row, ensuring a certain distance.
Bending and straightening repeatedly made Song Zhang exclaim he's had enough.
Qin Yao wasn't bothered by any of this; once the lesson was over, she stood by the bank giving instructions, answered every question, with an attitude that was seriously responsible.
Song Zhang thought: If it weren't for just hearing from the village chief that this field belonged to her.
