Around them, sobs of women were occasionally heard.
Everyone's faces were expressions of pain, grimy and dirty, they had already exerted all their strength.
Yet, it was to no avail!
"Dongfeng, everything's gone. What do we do next?" another man beside the burly man asked.
The burly man, with a face that carried years of hardship yet looked bold and generous, had thick, powerful eyebrows.
He frowned, and his body, which had been stiff, moved.
He walked into the barren paddy field, pushing a tractor to start plowing.
With a pull of the rope.
Rumble~
The tractor started, and the burly man held onto the handle, pushing it forward.
Others nearby looked at him puzzled, not knowing what Dongfeng was now up to. Only one man, who exuded the air of a scholar, seemed to understand and hooked a smile at the corner of his mouth.
But most were clueless about what Dongfeng intended to do, so they asked:
"Dongfeng, the rice has been eaten by locusts. What are you doing?"
