Ma San and his men worked day and night without stopping, shoveling rice seedlings from the earth. After gathering them, they tied them into bundles and set them aside.
The seedlings didn't need to be spaced out; they were all planted densely, which made them convenient to dig up and tie into bundles.
After five days of ceaseless work, it was a good thing they were both Martial Artists and Soul Slaves. Even without rest, their bodily functions and energy levels were unaffected.
In other words, they were Soul Slaves with limitless energy. The only drawback was that their strength, Skills, and Talents could never be improved.
From the day they were remade, everything was set in stone.
The results were excellent. Enough seedlings to plant five hundred acres of land had already been sorted into a dozen piles.
They were periodically sprinkled with water mixed with Growth Liquid to ensure their vitality.
"My Lord!"
Ma San shouted from the doorway of the small hut.
