Among the King of Rolls, Lin Feng was a cut above the rest. She had barely returned to camp and had no time to rest or drink a cup of tea before setting out again with her people to inspect the farmland. She needed to learn more about these locust eggs before making a decision. Along the way, the land was utterly barren; not a trace of green met her eyes.
Heaven and earth stretched vast and desolate, and even the air was shrouded in deathly silence.
By the time Lin Feng arrived, there were already people in the fields.
Jimò Qiu was squatting near the ridge. Above his left palm floated a handful of slender, pale-brown grains, oval in shape overall. Each grain was less than two fen long and looked as though it had not been thoroughly hulled.
Her own lord stood behind him and slightly to the side, arms folded across her chest. The two seemed to be discussing something. From far away, Lin Feng immediately tightened the reins, dismounted, and approached on foot. Shen Tang noticed her movement from a distance and turned to her. "Why isn't Lingde resting in camp for half a day?"
Lin Feng had rushed back at full speed after receiving the edict. She had not rested well on the road, and after returning, she had not even drunk another cup of tea. She had simply raced over, work badge in hand, and clocked in. Even Shen Tang, who was accustomed to leading everyone in overtime, felt embarrassed by this and kept feeling as though she had mistreated her precious favorite.
"I've been worrying about the locust plague that's about to happen, and my heart's been restless. Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I figured I might as well come over early and