Yue Yue was so focused on pressing the last few seedlings into the soil that she did not realize the small experimental plot was already completely planted.
With the help of the young men, the neat square meters of rice stood in tidy green rows under the artificial light.
Only when she straightened her back did she finally notice her condition.
Her sleeves were brown. There was even mud on her cheek. When she looked down, her once simple linen clothes were almost entirely soaked and stained.
Her arms trembled slightly.
In the past, she had rarely done such physical work. Even when she wanted to, things were always arranged for her. Now that she had truly planted an entire plot, her body felt like it was falling apart.
But she lifted her chin.
After boasting so much, how could she show weakness now?
"I'm fine," she muttered to herself, though her legs felt soft.
