The brigade leader found a few nimble-fingered workers and brought them to Leng Yuan's house.
"Leng Yuan, the weather's turning bad, so I've brought a few more people over. If you can speed things up, I'll give you an extra month's worth of work points."
Leng Yuan started to refuse.
"Brigade Leader, don't—"
But before he could finish, the brigade leader cut him off. "Say no more. The emergency harvest is our top priority."
Grain was their lifeblood. If they could just get it all into the granary, Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan would be hailed as heroes of the entire brigade, never mind an extra month of work points.
Leng Yuan said no more and immediately told the workers what he needed.
They were all experienced hands, so once they understood their tasks, they got right to work.
Gu Jiaojiao, watching from the side, couldn't help but sigh.
'Leng Yuan just assigned the tasks according to the steps on the diagram. It's already the prototype of an assembly line.'
