"Also... brother, the weather is getting hotter, if we wait any longer, it's almost noon."
In just a short while, sweat started pouring down Hua Jin's face.
At times like these, she envied those who don't sweat easily, they seem more refreshed.
Looking at the scorching sun overhead, Hua felt his sister was right and stopped being finicky.
He took the coarse burlap from his sister's hands, but barely had time to rejoice before frowning.
Another issue arose, how could they turn this rag into a cloth pouch? They had never done such tasks!
Luo Song and a few others, including Zeng Li, all eagerly looked at Hua Jin; after all, she's a girl, and supposedly girls are better at needlework.
Indeed, but this didn't include Hua Jin. She might manage to weave something with some rope, but when it came to needlework she always ended up poking herself.
