"How about showing a little willingness to share? You go ahead and get busy. I'll treat you to a feast tonight."
Lu Li patted Nia on the back and took Chuchu toward their residence. Aizen had said he had made some new discoveries that they could discuss.
Nia did not follow them. Instead, he continued transplanting rice seedlings in the field. He found it a novel experience. After all, he had never imagined that food could be created by human hands.
He had found those rice-like plants while hunting. The hunters had told him they were edible, so he had excitedly pulled up a whole bunch from the woods and brought them back.
Then Emily told him they were merely seedlings and could not be eaten directly. They had to be planted and allowed to mature before they could eat the "fruit" they produced.
Emily had actually felt some heartache when she saw those seedlings. She knew there was an area in the wilderness where sparse rice plants grew, but she had never tried transplanting them before.
Those crops could still grow sparsely in the wild, but once planted by them, they would die. It was better to leave them in the wilderness, where they could occasionally harvest a little when passing by.
But seeing Nia's excited expression and his eagerness to try farming, she could not bring herself to tell him the truth learned from the tribe's accumulated experience.
Deep down, she too yearned for a miracle to happen, just like that unknown sapling that was growing.
When Lu Li arrived at the little farmhouse courtyard, he saw Aizen sitting at the table, imitating Ji Hong and brewing tea with Sunny Star Ore.
"Brother Lu, did you just come from the fields?"
Aizen noticed the mud on Lu Li's