People Might Be Poor, But Not Poor In Ideals

It was autumn and, although everyone was very busy, Wang Yougui had promised that One Finger Village's harvester could be used to help them reap the harvest! Therefore, those who were only a little busy ran over to help.

Instantly, villagers from several villages charged over, numbering in the hundreds!

Although the riverbed was wide, with hundreds of people rushing in and taking a spot before they went all out, the combined harvester instantly got drowned by the din…

Jiang Chaowei looked in a daze at the innumerable villagers in stupefaction. "Holy sh*t. These people are far too shameless! How did they get so many people? That's just bullying our machine!"

The distant Sun Youqian was dumbfounded as well. He pointed to the hundreds of people in the distance and glared at Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo. "This… Aren't you… being too unreasonable!?"