After Lin Pengpeng finished speaking, Wang Xunmei also recalled the storybooks she had read as a child. She looked around and said helplessly, "I remember that in fairy tales, a group of ants or little birds would appear to help a little girl being bullied, but there's nothing in this house."
As she picked up beans, Huangfu Miaomiao made snide remarks. "Players don't know your fairy tales anyway. As long as we sort the beans, that's enough. What's the point of talking about this? Instead of wasting time, why don't we hurry up and sort them?"
She focused on picking up the green beans, gathered a large handful, then picked out the white beans mixed among them. She trotted over to the wall and loaded the sorted beans into the burlap sacks.
Her hands were small. Even when her palms were full, she could only hold around twenty beans, while there were thousands upon thousands scattered across the floor.
Lin Pengpeng sighed, crouched down, and grabbed at the peas rolling across the floor. "No helping it. We can only summon the perseverance of the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains."
"Sigh, let's pick them up, then..." Zhang Lu started gathering beans too. "Let's move faster. If things go well, we might finish in under an hour."
Hearing that, Wang Xunmei could only endure her carsick nausea and keep picking.
Everyone was picking beans, so Feng Ling could not stay out of it either. Suppressing her irritation, she crouched down and began gathering beans. "Little Skeleton, play some music."
"Okay~" Huangfu Miaomiao stopped what she was doing and quickly selected a melodious country song on her phone watch to soothe Feng Ling's mood.
Light, cheerful music began playing inside the Chicken-Foot House.
The five of them silently picked up beans.
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