With a few men on her mind, Song Tan didn't drive as fast as usual.
It was a while after the car had gone a long distance that she complained, "Ah! There's no shortage of people for rice harvesting nowadays."
Qi Lin beside her remained silent.
Yes, it was him who came along this time—this was Professor Song's suggestion.
He said earnestly, "Xiaoqi, you should come along this time. Also, listen to how they rear sheep. If you learn well, I remember your ancestral home has a lot of loess land, right?"
He genuinely had his students' best interests at heart, "The farming over there is quite poor and strenuous. The elderly at home are also getting on in years. If you learn well, teaching them to rear a few sheep at home would give them something to do."
Farming hardly earns any money, and it might be better than Qi Lin, who is dutiful, sending one thousand yuan to the elderly every month, better than them exhausting themselves to the brink, right?
