"So tired, the wheat harvest is finally over. My bones almost fell apart." Eric lay sprawled on the heated bed, not wanting to move.
Max smiled and sat down, gently massaging the sore muscles on the boy's body:
"I told you not to go out to the fields to work. You are still a cub; having us in the fields is enough."
"Sigh, with so much work, how could I sit still and watch? Balu and Kiet aren't even from our tribe, yet they went to the fields to work as soon as they arrived. How could I not feel embarrassed?" Eric mumbled.
Moreover, he saw that the seeds he planted with his own hands had all sprouted, and the yield per acre was very high, even more than the big promises he had painted last year. In his excitement, he couldn't hold back and just wanted to harvest all the food in one day.
Max helplessly pinched his cheek: "You've gotten thinner. You need to nourish yourself these next few days."
