The man does not offer a name and Lan Zhan is unsure if he ought to ask. Perhaps that is not his custom. Perhaps it is information that Lan Zhan must earn.

"My understanding is cutting the stalks then spreading to dry," he says, gesturing towards the pile of waiting stalks on the ground and the extra scythe. "Any help is appreciated. It is...more grueling than expected," he admits with great hesitation.

Wei Ying would be pleased.