On the second and third days, everyone repeated what they had done on the first day. Finally, by the evening of the third day, they stood outside the cornfield and cheered.
This task was finally over.
It was not that the cornfield had been completely harvested, but that they no longer had to do the harvesting.
Still, when they thought about how the villagers would have to continue harvesting after they left, they could not help feeling awful.
They only came here once a year, but the people who lived here had spent most of their lives in this place and would continue living the rest of their lives here.
Everyone's expressions turned a little sorrowful.
At that moment, Li Haoyang said to them, "Students, since we know how hard the farmers work, we must not let down their harvest. From now on, do not waste food. Respect every meal."
He had originally wanted to say that the farmers were now immersed in the joy of a good harvest, their faces filled with smiles, and that they did not really consider it hardship.
But on second thought—
How could that be possible?
They had worked here for three days, so they understood deeply how exhausting this kind of work was.
If they could lie at home, eating and drinking well, who would be willing to stand under the blazing sun, endure mosquitoes, and work themselves to the bone for so long?
Rather than comforting everyone with such words, it was better to say it directly: farmers worked hard too, and if they could, they also wanted to live prosperous lives.
But with crops like these, if they did not grow them, someone else would. It was precisely because they did this work that others had the time and energy to