Adhering to the principle of never wasting manpower.
When Chi Sheng arrived, Father Lin, Shen San, Lin Yicheng, Lin Ercheng, and Shen Zhong, five people in total, had already finished turning over three acres of land.
Looking at the several people pouring sweat in the field, Chi Sheng glanced at the man laughing smugly at the side.
"Old Three, that's enough. Hurry and have them get washed up."
The third master, seeing that they did indeed work hard at tilling the field, coughed softly after Chi Sheng left.
"Alright, you five, follow me."
Father Lin paused in his movement and looked at the black soil under his feet with some reluctance.
Such rich land is indeed rare...
The group followed the third master towards the back mountain, anxiety growing with each step.
"Father, where are we being led to?" Shen Zhong asked, frowning slightly, looking at his father with some apprehension.
Could it be that they were about to silence them by killing them?
"You coward."