August 8th, the sense of autumn is growing deeper.
While the days remain very hot, the night's wind has become quite refreshing, even carrying a hint of chill.
The fruits on the mountain and the crops of the Vine Tribe are all gradually maturing, making the scenes in the fields greatly pleasing.
The insects of Da Jiao, the Five-Colored Duck, the bamboo rats, and the fish in the pond are all being raised increasingly well, those Five-Colored Ducks can even be tied with a rope to one leg and taken outside for a stroll.
In the fields, Jiang Xuan carefully used the Bone Plow to dig into the soil, revealing the fist-sized red-skinned round potatoes underneath.
Jiang Xuan said with satisfaction, "They are growing well. In a little while, these crops can be harvested."
Standing by his side, Gan Song displayed a simple smile on his face.
Long hours of labor in the fields have gradually given him, once a hunting warrior, the spirit of an old farmer, with calluses all over his hands.
