She was also at the harvesting field, she stared at the generous harvest of the other villagers and then turned to look at her own pitiful harvest. Unlike others, she refused to sign a contract with Yu Dong as she felt that Yu Dong was taking advantage of her and her family's hard work.
She was only letting them have the seeds and would at most plough the land once. So why should she share the harvest's earnings with Yu Dong? Wasn't it better that they got to eat and drink by keeping their earnings to themselves?
However, now that she was looking at the plump and shiny rice, Lin Tianhui felt like she was going to suffocate.
Not only was her harvest pitiful, the rice was also small and coarse. It was not as good as the harvest of the other villagers.
"This…This…why is our harvest like this?" Lin Tianhui turned around and blamed Old Master Tong, "Did you not care for the crop when you sowed it? How come only our harvest is like this?"