Chapter 40 Sweet Cane_1

So that was the case, Lian Manman glanced at the several people cutting sorghum in the distance. In this half-day, they had already made some progress. Old Master Lian, in his fifties, had actually outpaced his three sons, who were in their prime years, by a considerable distance.

"Dad, take a break, will you?" Lian Shouxin followed closely behind Old Master Lian, looked up at the sky, and then at Old Master Lian's sweat-soaked back, and suggested. Old Master Lian, in the words of a farmer, was a person who detested unfinished work, hating to stop until the job was done, unaware of the need to rest.

Old Master Lian heard his son's words, grabbed the sorghum stalk he had just cut, straightened up, looked up at the sky, estimated that he had been working for about a Chinese hour and a half, then looked back at his sons and grandson, all drenched in sweat, and nodded.

"Let's rest."

Old Master Lian put down the scythe in his hand and sat on the ridge to rest.