"Grandson." An aged laugh came from the cornfield.
"Grandma!" Corn hurriedly stopped working and looked toward the cornfield with a guileless grin. This year's harvest was truly good.
"If you're tired, take a rest."
"I'm not tired."
"Hehe, you must be hungry." Corn's grandmother stooped as she emerged from the cornfield, taking out some dry rations from her sleeve.
Corn quickly shook his head. "Grandma, I'm not hungry."
Gurgle~
His stomach gave its call, yet he still insisted that he was not hungry.
Corn was rather large, and his food expenses were exceptionally high. This cornfield was only enough to support Corn alone... As he grew up, although Grandpa and Grandma had never said it, he had come to realize it.
Beyond the field ridge.
Several older children ran past, mocking, "Big lump, all you do is eat and never shit—you eat little kids~~"
"All he does is eat and never shit, he eats little kids!"
"Haha~"
They pulled faces at Corn's back, wildly excluding him in this tiny village.
Whoosh!
An aged figure charged out of the cornfield with a hoe in hand. He was Corn's grandfather, and he shouted furiously, "Get lost, get out of here! This is the path our family built."
"Haha, run!"
Those older children seemed even more excited. After teasing him a few more times, they hurried away, still rather afraid of the old man wielding that hoe.
"Hmph!"
Corn's grandfather seemed mild-tempered, and he truly did not dare do anything to those older children, lest their families come looking for trouble. In the end, he only angered himself.
Leaning on his hoe in the field, his chest rose and fell as he panted.
"Old man." Corn's grandmother sighed softly.
"Grandpa... I'm fine." Corn lowered his head and smiled, but his fingers involuntarily clenched