Chapter 22 Trimeresurus jerdonii_1

For Yan Fei, he would do the type of work during the day that was suitable for others to see, while at night he did the "unseen" work.

To be precise, it was work not suitable for others to see, otherwise it would not adhere to his principle of being low-key.

Working with his homemade large iron shovel, he sweat like a rainfall, and used his little shovel cart to level the land where he had pulled weeds in the afternoon.

This place across the river was just a town, but far from the bridge. Aside from the old man who watched over the bamboo grove, nobody else came. In the afternoon, the old man had even come to ask what he was doing, brushing the weeds here. Knowing that he was preparing to do something here, the old fellow probably felt happy, thinking he would have company at last.

It was even farther from the village to the west, so he wasn't worried about anyone coming to bother him.