He swiftly squeezed out of the sesame field, the thick sesame leaves in his bag were pinched particularly neatly.
Seventh Uncle took one look and knew he was relying on his fingernails. At this moment, he reached out to grab a sesame stalk beside him, pinched the connection between the leaf and the stem with his fingers, and gently lifted:
"See, this is how you pick the leaves."
"When doing farm work, there's no need to be too meticulous. If you're too meticulous, you'll be overly concerned and preoccupied, which firstly lacks efficiency, and secondly, makes it easy to do a poor job."
"When crops are planted in the field, the key is sunshine and dew; they're not that delicate."
"Let's go," he called out to everyone:
"A bunch of young lads and lasses, if you have nothing to do, go back and help tidy up the sesame leaves, that requires effort too."
Everyone obediently followed along.
