Xiao Yunjing, his father, and his brothers arrived in the fields with all their tools. The villagers on the road and those working in the fields watched them curiously.
"What's that thing? They're harvesting rice; why are they carrying that?" someone mumbled.
"I don't know. Let's go and see what it is later."
"What's there to see? Get back to work! Is your rice going to grow if you just stare at it?"
"Fine, I won't go then. What's the big deal?"
Although they were sarcastic, they still minded their own business. Even if they were envious or jealous, their own rice wouldn't be as good as the Xiao Family's; they only had themselves to blame.
At first, when they saw the Xiao Family pulling out extra seedlings, everyone said the Xiao Family had gone mad. But now, who would dare to go and mock them for being foolish?
Don't they have any self-awareness? Any shame?
