A few months later, under the diligent labor of Rat and the Black Furies, Happy Farm welcomed its first great harvest.
The vast fields lay white as snow. It was time to harvest the cotton.
Tang Yuehua gathered the Black Furies and Rat together.
She stood on the second-floor platform, looking down at the Rats and Black Furies below. After months of scorching sun, the Rats' skin had turned dark as well. Standing among the Black Furies, it was impossible to tell who was a Black Fury and who was a Rat.
"Your task today is to harvest cotton with your own hands. Remember, the owner of Happy Farm will be inspecting the farm today. None of you may slack off. Anyone who makes a mistake today will receive double punishment," Tang Yuehua warned, her almond eyes wide.
The farm owner? Who was the farm owner, Qian Xunyi?? At that thought, nameless fury rose in the Rats' hearts, yet they did not dare vent it.
Once the assembly was over, the Black Furies and Rats entered the cotton fields before dawn, carrying woven sacks and using their hands to pick the first batch of cotton they had planted themselves.
Behind them, Black Furies responsible for overseeing them rode fine horses, little whips hanging at their waists as they moved back and forth. The moment they saw a Rat slow down, they lashed out, making the Rat howl. After more than eight hours of work, the great farm owner arrived at his farm.
Inside a luxurious carriage adorned with silk canopies, Qian Xunyi lounged comfortably in his seat, enjoying the fruit Tang Yuehua had peeled for him.
After entering the farm, Qian Xunyi saw that the horses were somewhat tired. He said to Tang Yuehua, "Yuehua, the big mules and horses