WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! CLANG-CLANG!
A twenty-wheeled Armored Scorpion-Bus painted with bright yellow-and-black tax-ministry stripes skidded to a halt along the paved stone road bordering East Suburb Cabbage Plot #4.
Before the giant red scorpion pulling the bus even finished folding its front pincers, the side doors flew open and Abacus Su leaped out onto the grass, followed by fifty sharp-eyed human, Fox-Kin, and Mermaid clerks carrying brass measuring tapes, clipboards, and stacks of bright yellow vests!
Out in the middle of the five-hundred-acre purple mud field, one thousand pairs of shiny Cold-Moon Silver Boots were still sticking straight up out of the dirt, wiggling weakly under the 50x local detention gravity.
“Move! Move! Harvest the silver radishes before their toes cramp up!”
General Tie Zhan roared, stuffing the last half of his pork bun into his mouth and charging into the mud field at the head of ten thousand Furnace-Blood Farmer Militia!
Every single farmer in the militia was a burly Rank 4 Qi Gathering or Rank 5 Foundation Establishment dual-cultivator whose bones had been tempered hard as black iron by the Furnace-Blood Scripture. Wearing waterproof rubber boots and carrying heavy iron pliers and fused Rank 6 Gravity-Lock Handcuffs, ten farmers surrounded each mud hole like seasoned turnip-pullers!
