Although his face was etched with fatigue, Uncle Cheng—dubbed "Fifth Uncle" by the younger storyteller—couldn't help but roar with laughter and wave his hand to explain.
"Don't listen to that kid's nonsense. It was all thanks to the rich experience of the two older gentlemen. Even when we ran into a pack of wolves, no one was injured aside from a few scrapes and scratches."
Everyone deserved credit, everyone deserved credit.
The team cadres, led by Bai Xinsheng and Xu Sanduo, were unstinting in their praise, not just for the current harvest, but also because it meant fewer beasts coming down the mountain to destroy crops next year.
In winter, the sun sets at four in the afternoon, not to mention the sun hadn't even come out today. The sky was already dimming, and soon, even the last traces of twilight would vanish.
