Childhood

A Zhen had been craning her neck in anticipation outside the manor for quite some time when she saw two figures approaching from the direction of Qianzhu Ridge's mountain gate. They followed the field ridges toward her, and they were Liu Xiaolou and Zhou Tong.

"Auntie A Zhen, let's go!" Zhou Tong called.

A Zhen followed at Liu Xiaolou's side, while Zhou Tong led the way ahead.

"What about the others on the mountain?" A Zhen asked.

"We'll travel separately. If too many people bunch together, it'll easily arouse the vigilance of those with ulterior motives," Liu Xiaolou said.

A Zhen nodded and asked tentatively. Such a mighty expert had actually been defeated by Feng Chen! Could Feng Chen truly be even stronger than Liu Changsheng?

Other than his close friend Long Xiaotian, he did not even regard the Blood Demon Emperor or the Ancient Sword Venerable as worthy of his attention.

"There's no need to meet up. You only need to tell him what I intend to do. He'll handle things his own way, and that will be more efficient. To be honest, I don't know how long the Heavenly Alliance can hold out. I don't want you to be finished before I'm done pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron," Sun Yan said.

With a ding, the blood tear melted from the three words slid off the sword blade. Its speed abruptly rose several levels, shooting toward Elder Chen's brow with near-teleportation speed.

It turned out that farming had been restricted by feudal agriculture, still relying on oxen for labor. Compared with the advanced mechanized farming methods of Europe and America, production efficiency was extremely low. Even with Hainan's three harvests a year, the yield from the same mu of land barely matched that of Europe and America.