Hera wasn’t surprised by the old man’s assumption that she mightin, akin to Minerva’s attitude.
Instead, she followed behind the old man. "Sir, I don’t n to ck you know. How can I feed myself if I don’t work?" She even dramatizes herst sentence to appeal to the old man for a smile.
Sure enough, the old man turned around, looking at her up and down to see if she was trying to pull his leg or was seriously considering working in the field. "It’s not easy to work in the field, you’ll need to plow thend to loosen the soil, weed, and even fertilize using the dried manure of the animals. What’s more, you’ll be under the sun for a long time and I’m afraid that your skin will darken."
Hera couldn’t help but chuckle but before she was misunderstood by the old man, she added. "Sir, I’m not afraid of hardship. I’m more afraid to be hungry though." She said yfully.
The grumpy old manughed out loud. "Don’t regret what you say!" He led Hera to thend with the most weeds.
"Of course not!" she replied, running after him. Bry and the cameraman followed, thetter already sweating on his forehead.
After stopping in front of the field with the most weeds, the old man pointed to each plot and instructed, "You can begin weeding and plowing thend from this plot. Once you havepleted the task, please inform me so I can assign your next task."
After saying his piece, he left and went on his own task on the other side of the field. And Hera did not dawdle as well, she held the hoe tightly in her hands.
"Sister, why don’t we start by weeding? I’ll help you so don’t worry." Bry puffed up his chest as he stood straight while patting his chest.
Hera let out a chuckle, her voiceced with amusement. "That certainly makes me feel empowered," she remarked. Casting a sweeping nce around her, she ced her other hand on her hips, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Instead of simply wedding, why not consider multitasking?" she suggested, her tone brimming with determination.
Before Bry could even pose the question, Hera was already in motion, deftly maneuvering the soil around the nts. With meticulous care, she ensured not to disturb the delicate bnce, her movements calcted to avoid any idental harm to the roots.
Bry stood to the side, mouth agape in astonishment. He had assumed Hera might be uncertain about tasks in the field, which is why he suggested starting with the least demanding job. However, her immediate leap into plowing caught him off guard.
Initially, Hera’s movements were awkward, her control over her strength faltering, nearly endangering the delicate roots. Overexertion strained her back muscles, hindering her progress. It took several attempts before she finally found her rhythm and mastered the task at hand.
<i>’I have a feeling I’ll be soreter,’</i> Hera muttered to herself, anticipating the difort. Despite this knowledge, she persisted, determined not to halt her efforts. Thankfully, the crew provided her with thick Nitrile-coated gloves, the breathable fabric offeredfort while the palm coating ensured a superior grip on the farming tools.
The gloves also served to prevent blisters from forming as she wielded the hoe, thereby reducing potential difort. Within just half an hour, beads of sweat dotted Hera’s forehead, trailing down her face to her chin before dripping onto the ground below.
After not wearing a hat to shield her face from the direct sun, Hera’splexion had turned a rosy hue from the relentless assault of UV rays. However, far from appearing pitiful, she exuded an energetic and endearing aura, her smile unwavering as she persisted in her work.
As if she had stumbled upon something enjoyable, the elderly man who had approached with the expectation of finding Hera begrudgingly pulling weeds was taken aback. Instead, he found her wholeheartedly engrossed in plowing the soil and meticulously separating the weeds after loosening the earth. Her unexpected dedication and skill surprised him.
Being someone who valued giving credit where it was due, he found himself unable to resistmending Hera for her efficient and effective work. In a mere half-hour, she had managed to cover nearly half of the expansive plot, a testament to her diligence and effectiveness.
While not thergest plot in their field, this particr area boasted an abundance of weeds, presenting a significant challenge. Bry, on the other hand, aided Hera by swiftly gathering the weeds she tossed aside, stacking them neatly to prevent any chance of their roots reiming the soil.
"Child, you’re doing splendidly, aren’t you?" The old man ambled around, inspecting Hera’s work with the intention of identifying any potential issues. However, no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find a single fault.
Unbeknownst to him, while Hera diligently toiled in the field, Bry had been offering her insightful tips that illuminated the nuances of farm work. Despite possessing theoretical knowledge and a basic understanding, Heracked practical experience, leaving her reliant solely on what she already knew.
Indeed, with her ancestry rooted in a farming family, Hera harbored a deep fascination for agricultural practices. This innate connection spurred her keen interest in farming. Consequently, during discussions with Bry about nting and farming, she listened attentively, recognizing his wealth of knowledge gained from growing up around the farm and animals.
Once Herapleted the plowing and weeding tasks, she transitioned seamlessly to harvesting the mature vegetables. Basket after basket was filled with the fruits of theirbor. While most of the vigers had been upied with harvesting while Hera focused on plowing earlier, now that she had finished her task, she eagerly joined the others in the collective effort.
Observing Hera’s genuine enthusiasm and eagerness to learn about farming, the vigers developed a fondness for her. They warmly embraced her presence and generously shared the wealth of knowledge they had umted over the years, nurturing her curiosity and passion for agricultural practices.