"You're still young."
Facing his question, Finn replied without raising his head, "Farming is indeed hard work. The harvest depends on God's mood, but it is the life that is most suitable for me."
In school, even if he didn't have any homework, he would rather stay in the fields and work with various crops, and he gradually understood the teacher's mood. Seeing the golden ears of wheat and various fruits growing up from your own hands is indeed a very fulfilling thing. That kind of satisfaction cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
"I don't understand." Fushun still shook his head.
Finn didn't allow him to help, so Fushun could only sit next to him, biting a dog's tail grass and looking at the sky. But His Majesty was busy in the field with his sleeves rolled up and his trouser legs rolled up, making it hard for people to understand who was the noble one.
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