He knew that his talent ceiling had long since been reached.
If his own son were grown, he'd be here by his side weeding as well; at this age he'd already be able to understand and listen, and when they went back for breakfast, he'd probably even be able to explain it all to his old dad.
Xiong Shan couldn't help thinking to himself: Son, you need to hurry up and grow; this kind of free insight and guidance, leaving it with your dad here is just wasted for nothing.
"Breakfast time!"
Aunt Liu's voice wasn't loud, and this field was fairly far from the house, yet every time her call still managed to land precisely.
Uncle Qin tossed the farm tool in his hand to Run Sheng, told him to head back first; the village was going to organize work on the irrigation canal soon, and he needed to go check the canal up ahead.
Run Sheng walked off carrying the tools.
Xiong Shan followed Uncle Qin to the old canal.
