New farmland was cultivated for planting rice. After Jiang Yuan finished sowing, he opened up the water well permissions for Wan Mingchuan, who drew water into the watering cans, and Jiang Yuan watered each plot in turn. By the time they were done, the sky was already approaching dusk.
"Master, the farmland you've cultivated is so neat, and the spacing of the seeds is exactly the same. You're amazing!" Wan Mingchuan, having helped his grandfather with farm work from a young age, had cleared land and sown seeds before, but had never seen a farmer able to make the farmland as square and precise as his master.
Could this be the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person?
"Hmm, I like things neat and tidy; it looks pleasing to the eye." Jiang Yuan smiled, thinking to himself, my disciple, the world we see is different.
