Zuzi just took a stroll around the farm, and all the radishes in East Sea Class’s responsibility field were pulled out.
Not only that, but the cabbages in the neighboring Nanshan Class, which hadn’t been fully harvested yet, were also all "pulled" out as Zuzi passed by.
The peas were even easier.
Zuzi had everyone hold a basket and follow her.
As she lightly waved her delicate hand, wherever she went, the pea pods popped open like little fireworks, spilling peas neatly into everyone’s baskets.
While the other twelve classes were laboriously battling with the soils and crops.
Zuzi was already directing the boys of East Sea Class to build a small bonfire on the field ridge, teaching them how to start a fire by friction, and getting corn, edamame, and sweet potatoes ready for a barbecue!
And the harvesting tasks?
Already completed long ago.
Not only that, but they also harvested most of the crops from the neighboring fields, stacking them like a mountain on their field ridge.
This drove the other classes crazy with envy and jealousy.
Nanshan Class angrily went to the grade director to complain: "East Sea Class stole our crops, leaving us with nothing to harvest!"
The grade director glanced at Zuzi, thought about the dismissed director and the cancer-stricken Zhang Bin, coughed, and said righteously: "Well, East Sea Class might have overexerted a bit... but hey, farm work depends on skill, so if you’re so slow, stop whining and get back to work. Without crops, you can go pick cow dung and fertilize the fields!"
The members of Nanshan Class wailed; cow dung, please no.
Yet, on the other side, on the field ridge, Zuzi propped her chin and lazily smirked: "It was pretty easy, where was the overexertion..."
Nanshan Class folks: "..."
Previously, they couldn’t argue about the real versus fake daughter issue with East Sea Class and had to swallow their pride.
Now they can’t even beat them at farming, and damn it, they have to pick dung.
Someone couldn’t help but mutter, "What kind of rich girl is Zuzi, she barely lived with the Xi Family, she was practically raised in the countryside, so of course, she’s good at farming, nothing special!"
This immediately sparked agreement among the Nanshan Class members.
When one’s reputation is lost, successfully dragging others down can somewhat prove they’re not that bad themselves.
In other words, if Zuzi isn’t a rich girl but just a country bumpkin, then there’s no shame in them being bad at farming.
Zuzi didn’t seem to care, instead fiddling with her smartwatch with her head down, seemingly chatting happily with someone.
East Sea Class folks didn’t , and once more, argued fiercely with Nanshan Class.
Seeing the argument raging on both sides.
Xi Rubao suddenly bit her lip, raised her voice, and said, "Zuzi is not a country bumpkin; she’s not only a daughter of our Xi Family but also of the Gu Family, so shut up!"
Nanshan Class folks sneered, "Which Gu Family, are you joking? You want to claim kin with Mr. Gu now? Jinli, have you become a brain-dead fan?"
That’s the Gu Family of the imperial capital, a family that could crush any wealthy family in Qingcheng with just a finger.
Xi Rubao clenched her phone and shoved it in front of everyone: "You’re the brain-dead one! My uncle just made it public on Weibo!"
Gu Yuzhi, a famous lawyer and officially verified account of the Gu Family’s eldest son in the imperial capital, posted an update: Zuzi, my niece, a registered lady in the Gu Family of the imperial capital. Anyone with objections will receive a lawyer’s letter from me.
Zuzi has been officially acknowledged by the Gu Family in the imperial capital!
A noble daughter of a centennial literary family, who dares to call her a country bumpkin now??!!
The real versus fake daughter saga, just when you thought it had ended, unexpectedly hit with such a shocking twist!