The progress on the section of road Zhou Wulang is in charge of was particularly fast; it was scheduled for ten days, but by the eighth day, it was nearly finished. However, since it was too late that day, there were still a dozen steps not fully compacted, so they needed to work a bit more the next morning.
Zhou Wulang decided not to rush back to the city, squeezed into a bed with three foremen, and chatted with them by a fire in the fields.
"Have the rice seeds started to sprout yet?"
"Almost, but there's been little rain this year, my family's land is dry, and I'm not sure if we've planted yet."
"This timing is just right, when you return home, you can level the fields, and once the seedlings grow, you can transplant them."
Zhou Wulang looked up at the star-filled sky and sighed, "These stars are so bright, tomorrow will be another sunny day."
