It took three and a half days for Qin Yao's family to harvest all ten acres of land.
The speed wasn't the fastest, but not slow either.
However, compared to her efficiency in harvesting, Qin Yao wasn't as impressive as when she was chopping heads.
The harvested grain was carried back home in loads, filling both the front and back yards, to be sun-dried when the weather was sunny.
With the last load of grain brought inside, Liu Ji plopped down on the sun-scorched stone ground, "Finally, we're done with the work!"
With those words, it felt as if he had no strength left, his spirit in a state of emptiness leaving his body.
Qin Yao was better off, striding into the main room, gulping down half a jug of water.
The Da Lang brothers and sisters arrived home later, walking slowly, their little faces reddened like Guan Yu from the scorching sun.
Qin Yao looked down at her hands, noticing that the skin exposed outside the clothes had darkened by three shades.
