"Fifth brother, don't talk about Second Brother like that. He must have a stomach issue and will be back soon. Hurry up and pick up the sickle. Let's work together to harvest all the rice!" Mu Dashan didn't believe it; his Second Brother wasn't that kind of person.
"Pfft, what kind of person is Second Brother? Even if he has to, he'd rather get his pants dirty than take them off. You expect him to come back? I'm just waiting to see if he'll return by sunset or after you all finish the work. As for me, I'm not moving."
Mu Danian's words were resolute, steadfast in his decision not to move regardless.
"You beast, you..." Mr. Mu gave Mu Danian a fierce glare and raised his hand, ready to hit him.
Mu Dashan quickly held Mr. Mu back. "Dad, after working for so long, Fifth Brother is tired too. Let him rest for a bit. Worst case, I'll work with Fourth Brother. Isn't that right, Fourth Brother?"
