Every year after the autumn harvest, the Ten Miles Team would invite someone to screen a movie as a spiritual treat.
It wasn't fully dark yet, but people had already gathered in the grain drying yard. There weren't just folks from the Ten Miles Team; many from the Nine-miles Team had come too. Everyone brought their own stools or folding stools, chatting about household matters while waiting for the movie to start.
"Hey, why don't I see people from the Victory Team?" Nianhe tugged at the corner of Yuncheng's clothes and asked softly.
"Don't you know?" Yuncheng subconsciously replied, then explained, "When it was time to harvest quickly before the rain, the people from the Victory Team were slacking off. Eventually, one-fourth of the grain got soaked and moldy, and they have been dealing with this issue."
Nianhe's eyes widened: "Don't they care at all?"
How could any farmer not care about their crops? Well, believe it or not, some actually don't.
