"Something refined..." Widow Xie recalled Ji Huan mentioning earlier that she had a task for her.
Seeing Ji Huan nod, she looked troubled. "Well... Wuan, I'm illiterate. I'm afraid I can't manage something so refined."
Ji Huan smiled. "Aunt Xie, this is very simple. You just need to spread a little rumor."
Though it was simple, it would have to wait. The summer harvest had begun.
It was unclear when it started, but it felt as if overnight, the green fields had transformed into a boundless sea of gold.
What rippled like waves in the gentle breeze weren't just crops—it was the hope of every family.
The village and the fields were bustling with busy figures. Whether they were local laborers or people who worked far from home, everyone had set aside their business to devote all their energy to the great undertaking of the harvest rush.
