Only Fools Go Back

By now, the season had gradually begun to shift into summer, and temperatures across Great Zhou were steadily rising. The plains near the tropical rainforest were even hotter, of course.

As the bell rang for the noon break, Kong Daqian let out a long breath.

"Let's go, Tiegan!"

After calling out to his foolish son, Kong Daqian wiped his sweat with the hemp towel hanging around his neck and walked toward the shade shelter set up beside the fields.

After working for some time, they had more or less gotten used to the schedule here.

By now, they were also familiar enough with the place to lift the large teapot from the table in the shelter, pour himself a bowl of iced tea, and drain it in one go.

Kong Tiegan, who returned behind him, meanwhile, spread his legs apart and collapsed flat on the ground without even bothering to pour himself some tea. He looked quite ready to simply give up.

"Good grief, I'm exhausted! There's way too much land here—we can't possibly finish plowing it all. We plow the fields in the morning, then have to clear new land beside them in the afternoon. The land stretches so far you can't even see the end of it. When are we ever going to finish this work?"

Hearing that, Kong Daqian, who had just poured his foolish son a bowl of iced tea, immediately kicked him in exasperation.

"I'm already this old and I haven't complained about being tired. How old are you, boy? How much work have you even done? And you're already whining about being tired? You're a farmer! You'll be doing this for your whole life! If you don't want to work, then get the hell back to Yellow Sand City!"

After suddenly taking a kick