Han Qiwu, with a satisfied grin, released his grip on the Black Seabream King's gills and chuckled, "Now this is good. Be polite and set a good example for the others."
The Black Seabream King coughed twice and then nodded earnestly.
Master, I understand. If I can't set a good example, I might just end up in the wok as chopped pepper fish head.
Han Qiwu chuckled, stood up, and glanced over at the vegetable field.
Today wasn't just the day the rice had ripened—it was also the day the rapeseed flowers bloomed. The vast, golden sea of flowers in the yard was absolutely stunning.
Several bees had already discovered the open flowers, diligently moving back and forth between the field and the bee house, collecting nectar from the rapeseed.
Looking at the rapeseed field ahead, Han Qiwu thought, "The flowers are already blooming, so the harvest must be near. Later, I'll melt the gold ingots. For now, let's test the oil press and see how it performs."
