The night brought a drizzle of autumn rain, and the air was particularly cool in the early morning, with a layer of fine mist covering the distant mountains, and the sun had not yet shown its face.
Up the mountain to work early in the morning, everyone's laughter and banter rang high and clear, clearly very pleased with today's weather.
Tai Xiaodong and Qi Lin had only returned late last night. They had gone to the apple cultivation for several days, pruning and digging, busy around the clock.
It was a necessity, as the agricultural time of autumn is precious, and the sooner the apple trees are planted, the sooner they can free up time for other tasks.
Not to mention, the direct broadcast room was filled with incessant cursing over the watermelon jam and bean paste. To this day, they haven't managed to find time to sell it!
And then there are the turnip tops. Don't be fooled by the current dense growth of seedlings; it's so thick that they might need to do it all over again.
