"It's already taken care of, Aunt Feng, don't worry."
As the matter concerned the royal secrets, Lin Qingluo did not say much, and changed the subject with a smile: "Is Big Brother and the others in the valley? I haven't seen them."
"They're here."
Lady Feng, who was sensitive and perceptive, noticed that something was amiss, so she didn't ask further: "The Spirit Rice we planted before the New Year has matured, and they're all at the rice fields nearby, rushing to harvest the Spirit Rice."
"That was fast! It's been more than four months, and the Spirit Rice has already matured."
Lin Qingluo followed the sound and, indeed, saw a bustling crowd in the newly cultivated rice fields, laughter and joy filling the air, making her feel more cheerful.
"Brother Meng, Shitou, let's go help harvest the Spirit Rice."
"Alright."
Wang Meng and Shitou heard the command and responded in unison.
"We'll go too."