Chapter 25: Heavy Rain Zhao Mengcheng thought making tofu was hard enough, waking up in the middle of the night to work like a donkey, but the autumn harvest was even more exhausting, working from dawn to dusk. The donkey they just bought could rest when it was tired, but the farmers during the autumn harvest never stopped for a moment. To say every drop of sweat shattered into eight pieces1 was a literal description, not an exaggeration. They headed to the fields at the first light of dawn and…