Qin Ming stood still for a long time, silently observing. He discovered that only half a day had passed outside, but for those little people, years might have already passed in the wheat field.
"Time flows differently between the two places?" Qin Ming frowned, but then he thought perhaps it's not the case.
He pondered, "Or is it that these little people are naturally short-lived?"
When Qin Ming returned to the Mountain God Temple, he heard the cries of children, the village was in chaos, and the bandits from Duan Yun Village had indeed arrived. They were not good people.
"Keep your mouths shut tight. If you leak any information, I'll wipe out your whole village!"
"Also, your silver wheat is growing well here. After it's harvested in a few days, hand over 1,500 pounds."
