Walking over to the patch of land Yang Jing had tilled, Shen Lu inspected it, squatting down to pinch up some soil and rub it between her fingers.
It was sticky and hard, requiring a lot of force to crumble.
It must have been difficult for Yang Jing to turn over this kind of soil.
"Little Deer, how did I do?" Yang Jing asked haltingly.
"It's great," Shen Lu affirmed. "This is exactly the result I wanted. You did an amazing job today."
Yang Jing's eyes lit up at once, and she stammered, "R-really?"
"It's true," Shen Lu told her. "This is a relatively simple job. As long as you put your heart into it, you can do it well. And I can see you were very dedicated."
'She probably tilled this land twice.'
"Yes! I'll work just as hard tomorrow!"
Yang Jing was overjoyed. She had taken jobs before, but she was always met with disdain.
