The first year of the Vine Tribe's founding, August 20th.
As the autumn wind arises, in just a few days, the golden hue of crops fills the farmland of the Vine Tribe.
In the fields, Jiang Xuan personally holds the Bone Plow and, under everyone's gaze, carefully digs out a large round potato with a crimson skin and holds it high above his head.
"It's harvest time!"
Joy radiating from Jiang Xuan's face, he shouted loudly, and his resonant voice spread throughout the entire tribe.
All the tribespeople of the Vine Tribe immediately cheered. Although there weren't many people, the tribe had loud voices, creating quite a stir.
Even the Old Witch, who was not part of the Vine Tribe, was infected by the atmosphere and looked somewhat excited.
"Start digging!"
Gan Song single-handedly wielded the Bone Plow and promptly began working after the cheers.
Soon, everyone joined the ranks of those digging round potatoes.
