"There are also a few snakes in the water tank, crawling up my pant legs.

　　It's disgusting." Dage was almost in tears.

　　He walked over, grabbed a steamed bun and wolfed it down, clearly famished from days without food.

　　He was a former mercenary from abroad, extremely skilled.

　　Don't be fooled by Jiang Haoyan's size, someone like Jiang Haoyan, Dage could take out two with a single punch.

　　But now, even he couldn't escape.

　　The rest of us lost hope, and the elderly people sighed as they followed us to eat the steamed buns.

　　"Forget it, let's observe the situation for a couple of days and then figure out a plan." Chairman Xu took a couple of bites and suddenly pointed at the water tank, exclaiming, "Ah!" We hurriedly gathered around him.

　　"Chairman Xu, do you have an idea?" Chairman Xu shook his head, "Choked, does anyone have water to give me a few sips?" Me: ...

　　These old people really aren't of much use.

　　After eating breakfast, Boss Hou took us to the fields behind the village to work.

　　He didn't lie; he really did agricultural work, planting rice seedlings.

　　Everyone obediently went down to the fields, but I stood by the edge, staring at Boss Hou.

　　Me: "Don't push me.

　　If you push me too far, I can do anything."

　　Boss Hou got scared, swallowed, and walked to the side, pursing his lips.

　　Seeing this, Liu Xiong immediately followed suit and ran out of the field with me.

　　"Don't push me.

　　Do you know who I am? I—"

　　Before I could finish my sentence, Boss Hou slapped Liu Xiong's face, and he immediately rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, limp.

　　Several old men suddenly appeared from somewhere and skillfully carried him away.

　　"Boss-- let go of my boss--"

　　Da Ge rushed over.

　　Boss Hou coldly hummed.

　　"Throw him into the water tank and put a few water rats in there too."

　　Da Ge rushed forward and skillfully bent down to start planting rice seedlings.

　　In this way, under Boss Hou's intimidation, everyone obediently worked in the fields.

　　It is now midsummer, and in the morning, there is still a slight cool breeze in the fields.

　　After a while, the air becomes hot and stuffy, as if being baked in an oven, with only the scorching hot air roasting the top of my head and my back.

　　I waved to Jiang Haoyan, calling him to come and rest.