“Sister-in-law, my arms are so sore I can’t even lift them,” Lu Yuan said pitifully.  

“Same here!” Lu Ming chimed in.  

It wasn’t that he was being dramatic—he usually worked in the fields too, but never like *this* before.  

He was certain he wouldn’t be able to raise his arms tomorrow.  

Lin Nannan waved them off impatiently. “If you can’t lift them, then step aside!”  

Neither of them argued this time. They genuinely couldn’t go on.  

“Sister-in-law, we don’t have to finish everything today. We can continue tomorrow!” Lu Yuan reminded her, worried she might overexert herself.  

Lin Nannan flexed her arms. “I’m fine. You two rest.”  

She wasn’t tired at all. In fact, she was itching to get all the seeds planted *now*.  

The seeds she’d brought could take root immediately, but common sense told her that doing so might arouse suspicion or risk them being damaged. Left with no other choice, she endured the delay, focusing instead on finding the fastest way to plow the two acres of land.”

As long as she followed the normal steps, no one would question what she planted.  

…

While she was busy, the Lin family caught wind of the news.  

“Impossible! Lin Nannan has never set foot in a field—how could she possibly know how to farm?” Lin Qingqing was the first to reject the idea.  

Her agitation stemmed from what she’d heard earlier, which had left her deeply unsettled.  

Villagers were saying Lin Nannan had stood up to the Han family, and the Lu family had backed her up—even at the cost of their decades-long friendship with the Hans.  

The thought of Lin Nannan doing well was intolerable. It made her feel as if *she* had made the wrong choice.  

But marrying a paralyzed man? She could *never* accept that. So she refused to believe she’d been wrong—yet she still couldn’t stand the idea of Lin Nannan thriving.  

“If you don’t believe it, go see for yourself. The whole village knows the Lu family gave Lin Nannan two acres of land as compensation.”  

Lin Qingqing’s face twisted with anger.  

*Two acres of land? What kind of family would do such a thing? Have the Lus lost their minds?*  

*How does Lin Nannan deserve this?!*  

Unwilling to accept it, she rushed over to see with her own eyes.  

By the time she arrived, the sun was nearly setting. The Lu family had been ready to head back, but Lin Nannan insisted on finishing the last corner of the field. So except for those who’d returned to cook, the rest stayed to help her.  

What Lin Qingqing saw when she arrived was the entire Lu family gathered around Lin Nannan—some even handing her water. The sight made her eyes burn.  

But that wasn’t all. Nearby, people were murmuring about how impressive Lin Nannan was, how much land she’d plowed alone, outdoing even the strongest men. It fueled Lin Qingqing’s belief that Lin Nannan had *deliberately* slacked off before, refusing to help with farm work.  

During busy farming seasons, even *she*—despite being pampered—had to work in the fields. Yet back then, Lin Nannan was nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t so much as stepped foot on farmland, living more comfortably than anyone else.  

For a moment, Lin Qingqing felt dazed—*who was the fool here, really?*  

Lin Nannan noticed Lin Qingqing but was too busy to acknowledge her. Since she’d cut ties with the Lin family, there was no need to engage.  

With the Lu family present, Lin Qingqing didn’t dare charge over, no matter how much she wanted to vent. In the end, she could only slink back home with her tail between her legs.  

…

Rumors about Lin Nannan kept pouring into the Lin household, so they were all waiting for updates.  

The moment Lin Qingqing returned, Lin Donglai immediately asked, “Well? Did you see Lin Nannan?”  

Lin Qingqing nodded weakly and recounted what she’d witnessed, her voice thick with grievance. “If Lin Nannan is so good at farming, why has she never worked the fields all these years?”  

Had they known, Lin Nannan alone could’ve replaced several laborers—sparing *her* from ever having to toil in the dirt.