180. Moving for Daxiong_1

Song Tan didn't yet know that Zhang Yanping had delayed her from finding a seasoned teacher. At this moment, she was swinging a hoe in the Peach Forest, humming and huffing a long string of seedling pits.

The sight was putting a tremendous amount of pressure on the group of burly men working around her.

To tell the truth, planting watermelons wasn't all that tiring, and the folks really weren't slacking off. Someone would dig a hole, another followed by planting the seedling, and yet another would cover it with soil.

It was like an assembly line, very well coordinated.

But ever since Song Tan arrived, oh boy, the pace had become so brisk that they all seemed like they were just going through the motions just to get by.

After a while, nobody felt comfortable making much conversation and just kept their heads down and worked away.

Song Sancheng and Song Youde tolerated it for a while before they couldn't hold back any longer: