Thinking about slacking off was out of the question; there wasn't even time to catch one's breath or take a sip of water. The entire morning had been an agonizing crawl, each second feeling like a year. Knowing what Li Dazui said—that the rush harvest would last at least ten days—plus the fact that once the wheat and rice were cut, they still needed threshing, drying, and storing, made everything feel overwhelming. Darkness swam before Fu Yurou's eyes.
No, she had to think of a way out. Maybe she should just fake a heatstroke and pass out.
Fu Yurou stood up, raised her arms feebly, and was just about to collapse onto the ground to one side...
Chapter 70