"Dad, are we really going to fool around with that person from the Han Tribe like this? Didn't you hear how those people were laughing at us? I feel like I've really become an idiot." After hearing the other villagers' jeers, one of Guan Tao's nephews gritted his teeth in anger and complained to his father in a furious whisper.
His father was Guan Tao's blood brother, so he naturally knew the difficulties his elder brother was facing. Besides, he had farmed for twenty years since childhood and could still see a few things for himself.
He glared at his son, signaling for him to keep his voice down, then lectured him.
"Think more and talk less. Use your eyes and see for yourself. Let people say whatever they want. Can their words really make you lose a piece of flesh?
"Besides, haven't you noticed anything?"
"Noticed what?" his son asked in confusion.
"I already told you to think more and use your eyes. Those people had only said two sentences, and you were already fanning the flames yourself. Take a careful look at the corn in the fields. See if you can figure out what's going on." Guan Tao's brother lectured his son again.
His son took another close look. He first examined their own field, then looked at the fields belonging to the others, but no matter how he looked, he could not see what was wrong.
"Dad, what exactly did you notice? The two sides are clearly the same!"
With a smack, his father immediately slapped him on the head and cursed in a low voice.
"That they're the same is the problem. We clearly sowed our seeds three days later than them. Their seedlings emerged first, and ours emerged later. When their corn had grown two