408. Hand-Pounded Rice (Extra Chapter for Monthly Votes 1)_1

After Song Tan's meticulous calculations, everyone arrived at the mountain at nearly five o'clock.

At this time, if you were well-protected against the sun, it wasn't unbearable, and in the bright light, the watermelons in the field looked even better (convenient for taking pictures).

Yet with so many people, Song Tan had to put in quite an effort to prevent everyone from messing up the Watermelon Vine (it's a good thing everyone was an acquainted adult who cared about their face and thus listened to instructions).

There they were, shouting and hollering as if they, hailing from small towns, had never seen a watermelon field before. Some even examined the rind and the patterns with such detail, and considering the risk of accidentally bursting one, they pressed down with their index fingers gently and lightly...

Their expressions, their focus, their excitement! It was as if they were examining gemstones with a flashlight.