Yue Ming Town is serviced by a quaint stream that runs alongside the ridges of the fields. The beauty of the area relies on farming for livelihood.
For the activity task, everyone was issued water boots, leather aprons, a hoe, and a bucket.
The rice fields in the countryside had already been harvested, leaving only wastewater that came up to one's lower legs, and the wet, sticky mud underneath. Stepping into it sunk you in half-shin deep, making walking quite difficult. If you didn't wear your shoes properly, you were likely to get stuck and not be able to pull yourself out of the mire.
At the sight of such a dirty, messy place, Bai Tingyu's first reaction was to frown.
But seeing Shen Zhiyi already prepared and wading into the water, he suppressed his own obsession with cleanliness, put on his water boots, picked up his bucket, and walked down as well. The slimy feel of the mud nearly made him nauseous.