In the afternoon, Wen Ran worked even faster than in the morning, earning frequent approving glances from Aunt Xiao Lan. Bao Wenxuan tried hard to keep up, but in the end, she gave up.
She really couldn't continue, so she sat down on the ground and lay down against a corn stalk.
Weak as a whisper, "I'm so tired I want to die."
She lifted her head and looked at Wen Ran, "Ranran, aren't you tired?"
Tired?
It was fine until Bao Wenxuan asked; now Wen Ran felt like a thousand-year-old corpse climbing out of the coffin, moving with creaky joints, sore beyond measure.
"Tired!"
Aunt Xiao Lan laughed, "Everyone feels that way when they first start working in the fields. Tomorrow you'll really feel it; your body will be so sore you won't be able to get out of bed."
Except for Li Gaolian, who tends to slack off, Aunt Xiao Lan already had a favorable impression of Wen Ran and Bao Wenxuan.
Though still the same small idlers, at least their attitude was right.
