"It's finally finished!"
Under the afterglow of the sunset, Lu Xuan wiped off his sweat, looked at the village surrounded by high walls ahead, and then at the people behind him who were carrying rice grains just like him, finally feeling a sense of relief in his heart.
Two days. In just two days after Wang Liu left, Little Huang Village had harvested over a thousand acres of rice in a hurry, and the village, under the relentless efforts of hundreds of strongmen and a group of young and strong laborers working day and night in shifts, built high walls on all four sides.
Inside the high walls, at the four corners, there were four high tower corner towers covered with sharp wooden stakes to prevent enemies from climbing, making the village look less like a village and more like a fortified military town.
