The man hurriedly put down the bag of grain and respectfully saluted Ruan Mian.
"Miss Ruan."
Ruan Mian looked at his eyes and brows, very familiar, as if... they somewhat resembled Qi Nanfeng's.
Same slender eyes, thick brows.
But thinking of Qi Nanfeng, who brought trouble upon himself long ago, she merely sneered.
There are many similar people in this world, and looking one more glance would only make one feel annoyed.
Thus, Ruan Mian only responded politely a few times before moving her gaze: "You can handle the hiring yourself, just try to supplement the manpower for transportation after May."
"Rest assured, Miss. I will definitely pay attention."
"Though frequent rains have occurred since the beginning of spring, the people we've hired can endure suffering; they can walk even on the muddiest roads."
Speaking of the rain, the sky grew gloomy again.
It had been raining non-stop for several days, and the water carts built for the wheat fields hadn't been used much.
