As the elderly man leading the vigers in the field mentioned the task at hand, all eyes turned sympathetically toward Hera. They understood that she hailed from the city and likely wasn’t ustomed to the rigorousbor of rural life, particrly tasks like these.


    It wasmendable to see Hera persisting through the morning task, and now, here she stood among them, without seeking any special treatment despite her unfamiliarity with the rural lifestyle.


    Even if Hera decided not to join in the fertilization of thend, no one would judge her. They all recognized her dedication to the morning task alone. However, what they overlooked was that Hera had also assisted in cleaning the cattle barn the previous day, exposing herself to a fair share of less-than-pleasant tasks.


    There was little reason for Hera to abstain from participating in this task, especially considering that dried cow dung was more tolerable than the fresh ones. Hera offered a polite smile to those looking at her and reassured them, saying, "Please don’t worry about me; I’m not that delicate." She couldn’t help but giggle as she finished her sentence, feeling grateful for the kind treatment she received.


    "Alright, enough chit-chatting, let’s get to work! Time waits for no one!" The grumpy old man barked, scanning the group before his gaze settled briefly on Hera. "You can take your time adjusting," he added, before pivoting on his heels and striding off to issue instructions to the other vigers.


    Hera chuckled softly as she trailed behind the group. She recognized that the old man’s gruffness was his way of caring for her, and she couldn’t help but find it cute.


    The male vigers, with stronger bodies, headed to the location where the cow dung had been sun-dried. Meanwhile, the female vigers gathered at the rear of the field near a stack of vegetable waste. They began shoveling it into a wheelbarrow. Once the wheelbarrow was filled, someone took charge of wheeling it to the fertilizer site.


    As Hera and the others arrived at the site, they found the other vigers diligently shoveling and mixing the sun-dried cow dung until its exterior and inner parts were thoroughly blended, with a slight hint of moisture still present. The pungent odor was noticeable even from a few feet away, but Hera managed to bear it with a smile, a testament to her growing limatizationpared to the previous day.


    The female vigers proceeded to dump the vegetable waste into the center of the manual mixing area where the cow dung was being worked. Once this was done, those who had been shoveling resumed mixing, ensuring that the cow dung and vegetable waste were thoroughlybined. They meticulously integrated any hay stuck to the dung into the mixture as well.


    Hera observed with keen interest as the vigers not only dumped vegetable waste but also added wood dust, dead leaves, and other materials into the mix. She was surprised by the variety of ingredients beingbined. It seemed her understanding of the process was somewhat limited; she had assumed the cow dung would be used as is, but now realized there was much more to the vigers’ method.


    Eagerly, Hera watched and joined in, assisting with dumping additional items into the mix to enhance theposition and fermentation of the fertilizer. In contrast topanies that utilizepost turner machines for easier mixing, the vigers still relied on manualbor. This method proved exhausting, especially considering therge quantity of cow dung piled up at the site awaiting mixing.


    "Child, I see you’re doing a great job. Don’t overexert yourself," the old man said kindly as he approached Hera, his eyes smiling with warmth.


    Hera chuckled while continuing to assist the others in dumping more materials. "I’m actually enjoying myself. I’m learning so much!" Her face beamed with enthusiasm, despite the sweat glistening on her forehead and trickling down her face. A few strands of hair stuck to the side of her face and forehead, evidence of her hard work.


    But Hera paid no mind to the exhaustion, seemingly forgetting it as she continued to work alongside the other vigers. They tirelessly went back and forth, gathering more vegetable waste and dried leaves to bring to the mixing site, where everything would bebined into the fertilizer mixture.


    It took them an hour toplete one batch of fertilizer. After mixing, they began transferring the mixture intorger wheelbarrows. Hera expected them to head straight to the fields to begin fertilizing, but instead, those pushing the wheelbarrows headed behind the site.


    Hera tilted her head in puzzlement, curious about their destination. She decided to follow the first person pushing the wheelbarrow, and soon they arrived at arge metal container, surrounded by several simr containers nearby.


    "Are we not going to use this mixed fertilizer to fertilize thend?" Hera inquired, her face disying visible puzzlement as she scanned the area once more.


    The person apanying her chuckled at Hera’s genuine curiosity, impressed by her sincerity. It was evident she wasn’t just feigning interest in the camera. He then addressed her question, exining, "The mixture we’ve just finished still needs to undergoposting to enrich it with nutrients for the soil. To achieve this, we’ll transfer it intopost bins and let it mature over time until it’s ready to use." Patiently, he borated, noticing Hera’s eyes sparkling with newfound knowledge.


    He continued, "Unfortunately, without a grinding machine to turn the other waste into granules, we must keep the mixed fertilizer here and continue mixing it until it transforms intopost. Only then can we use it to fertilize thend."


    Baffled, Hera asked, "Can’t we use it right away since it will also turn intopost once mixed into the soil?"


    "We can’t use it right away," he rified. "Fresh cow dung may still contain harmful bacteria and possibly grass seeds from their feed, which could hinder nt growth. To ensure the safety and nutritional value of the nts, we need to fullypost it. This process eliminates any unnecessary elements."


    "Oh, that makes sense!" Hera nodded in understanding. The person exining chuckled lightly, amused by her genuine interest. He found it refreshing, considering even his own daughter doesn’t want to engage in his work; she often viewed the job as exhausting and dirty.