Ween pushed the shovel hard into the soil but he only managed to dig up half a shovel of the grass-tangled earth.
His energy was running low, and his skin looked burnt in the hot Penang sun. The broad-brimmed farmer’s hat could only partially cover his face as the sun peeked through the gaps of the loosely woven straws.
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