Don't underestimate Xiao Tanzhi, just a little monk, yet he does farm work properly and is particularly honest.
"Already pulling firewood home now?" Lian Manman asked Xiao Tanzhi.
"Yes," Xiao Tanzhi replied, "With the August Festival approaching, temple matters will surely increase, and I won't have much time then. So I'm taking advantage of the free time now to help Third Uncle Lian haul a few carts of firewood home, so they can save some effort later."
"Did you finish the green silk roses we sent you last time?" Lian Manman asked with a smile.
Xiao Tanzhi scratched his bald head again. Over the past two years, Xiao Tanzhi had grown taller and stronger. Unlike others whose youthful frames were slim, you could already discern his future build—short in stature but broad-shouldered and strong, capable of hard work.
"We nearly finished them, they were pickled so deliciously." Xiao Tanzhi replied with a silly grin.
