Once the rain stopped and the land started to dry, it seemed that the rice had ripened before the ground could even crack, just in time to avoid it.
"I'll leave the sowing to Third Uncle, and I'll take some people to transplant the rice seedlings in a few days."
He had already consulted Sangsang on how to transplant the seedlings. It should be easy for him to master, not difficult.
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In the small bamboo forest, Lin Caisang, at the moment, grasped a machete and was chopping at a bamboo shoot with strength. Nearby laid many bamboo shoots that had been felled and stripped of their leaves.
The bamboo fell quickly, and the protruding branches and leaves were swiftly removed by her machete.
With a 'thud', the bamboo joined the others and was bundled up with vine. The branches and leaves were also neatly piled and bundled up.