The next morning.
The third day of prison life officially began, and today the work for B-level prisoners was...
Farming.
This was something that took Jiang Shu by surprise, even more so was the fact that, in addition to farming, there even was a small-scale livestock industry. At this rate, it seemed that the place could pretty much be self-sufficient.
Self-sufficient in a place like Lonely City?
Was the Special Prison trying to become independent? Rebel?
Jiang Shu began to let his imagination run wild again. His movements with the hoe were inconsistent, light one moment and heavy the next; fortunately, Clo was diligently working alongside him.
He glanced at Clo, and could not help but feel emotional inside, thinking that no times were entirely peaceful; it was only because someone else was shouldering the burdens that you could feel it so.
Clo, however, wore a serious face, his brows furrowed in worry as he steadily hoed the soil.
