Cuckoo Town.
Five farmers left.
The next morning.
It was the fourth year of spring.
The world did not become any different because of the departure of the farmers.
The sun rose as usual.
The birds chirped as usual.
The fish in the river, finally freed, leaped joyfully.
The melted snow turned into trickling streams, silently moisturizing all things as they followed the wind into the gully.
After eight o'clock.
Louis, with a shy face, covering his chilly bottom, quietly came to what used to be Yi Lin's farm.
"Hey, hey, passionate Farmer Yi Lin~ I have a personal commission..."
"To be honest, I have lost a great treasure again, couldn't even find it under Mani's bed! This matter, I can only entrust to the most trusted you~"
"And more," Old Lu lowered his voice, twisting awkwardly, "I've run out of truffle oil, your truffle oil quality is really smooth... ah no, really good! Would you bring me ten bottles... ah no, fifty bottles!"
