Wen Qing cut another handful of grass and threw it into the bamboo basket. They straightened up her waist and thumped on it. Farm work was really not what an ordinary person could do. Although she had Wang Da Ni's memory and was still proficient in her work, she couldn't ignore the physical pain. She wanted to stop and rest after working for a while.
On the other hand, the little brother, Wang Da Chuan, bent over and kept cutting. His diligent and agile appearance made her, the elder sister, blush with shame.
"Jie, you are tired, right? You rest, it's enough for me alone to cut them!"