Lin Guozhu looked at Li Xiangyang and smiled. "Xiangyang, do you know how to plant rice seedlings?"
Li Xiangyang looked back at him and smiled. "Don't worry, Third Brother. I can at least plant them in a straight line."
With that, he rolled up his pant legs and got into the paddy. He casually picked up a bundle of seedlings, untied the grass binding it, and flattened the bundle with his left hand. His right hand took the separated seedlings from his left, and after aligning them horizontally and vertically, he quickly plunged them into the soft mud beneath the water.
The number of seedlings in each bunch had to be roughly the same; too few or too many would affect the autumn harvest.
Lin Guodong watched and laughed. "Third Brother, Xiangyang is really no slower than you at planting seedlings!"
Lin Guozhu glanced up and chuckled. "No way. Could I have misjudged him?"
