"Crash..."
On the Feiyu River, five bamboo rafts crossed the river together, and the tribesmen on the rafts from the Vine Tribe were feeling extremely excited.
When they once again stepped onto the land on the opposite shore, many felt tears welling up.
"We've finally come back!"
Gan Song knelt on the ground, scooping up some soil, feeling a profound sense of reassurance.
"The crops, let's go see how the crops are doing!"
Gan Song laid down the scoop of soil, then hurriedly ran towards the farmland.
Others couldn't contain their excitement and began to walk back as well.
When Gan Song rushed into the farmland, he found it wasn't severely damaged, although plenty of weeds had grown.
Gan Song breathed a sigh of relief, "This is great, the crops are fine, just need to remove the weeds."
With that, Gan Song immediately squatted down and began to pull weeds by hand, very patiently.
