Li Zixia muttered as she compared the fields to those back home, "Brother has to rely on manual labor to farm here? That's so much work. Back in our hometown, with the flat plains, it's much easier using combine harvesters."
Li Yuan nodded. He gazed at the distant mountains, which looked like a classic ink painting, and a refreshing sense of peace and joy washed over him. The air here was indeed incredibly fresh, and the mountain spring water was exceptionally sweet and pure, untainted by any pollution.
Suddenly, he noticed a motorcycle parked by the door with two middle-aged men getting off it. A thought crossed Li Yuan's mind as he patted Xia Zhining, who was silently following behind him.
"Ning, are the people at the door your uncles?"
Xia Zhining nodded obediently, her voice tinged with fear, "Mhm, that's my eldest uncle and second uncle."
Li Yuan's heart tightened. The key players have arrived.
