Today was National Day. I believed most people were already on holiday!
First of all, congratulations to everyone: "Happy National Day!"
I had originally planned to write ten thousand words, but I was too tired and only managed eight thousand. If I hadn't built up some drafts yesterday and the day before, it would actually have been hard to scrape even that together.
I was too tired. Humans had no resistance at all in the face of natural disasters. The corn at home had to be harvested by hand.
But fortunately, it hadn't flooded. At least it wasn't like some other places that had already been destroyed. Hahaha, it couldn't really be called destruction, but it was close enough—the cities had been flooded.
It had been raining constantly lately. There were only a few rare sunny days, and basically everything had to be done by hand. The machines simply couldn't get in.
It was exhausting. Even when I first started typing, I was already getting sleepy.
Lazy, sleepy, and tired—hahaha.
But I still managed to put together eight thousand words. I could only barely give you great ones something to read.
There was also some unfortunate news: after October 2nd, there would only be four thousand words per day. Once I finished being busy during this period, I would return to six thousand words, probably after October 15th, when everything should be done.
At the rate of one field every two days, the efficiency was simply too slow. And that didn't even include husking, bagging, selling, and so on...
"Sorry!"
"Sigh!"
Sometimes, I really wished I could cultivate too, with all kinds of abilities and no need to be constrained by anything else.
Although I knew there weren't many readers, I would still work hard to finish Battle Through the