Might as well have someone take it slow.
No worries about food and drink, work to be done, no need for wild thoughts.
Very fulfilling.
"Clean and refreshing!"
Liang Qu was quite satisfied, packed up his things, and waved his hand.
The Crimson Mountain rolled up like a red dragon and soared into the sky!
Canola covered the wilderness, golden flowers danced, fuzzy bees perched on blossoms with their butts wagging.
Teeming with life.
Things in the soil grew upward, straight and lush, like stretching a lazy waist that makes your toes taut, life was the same.
Chen Shun pulled open the curtains, feeling the cold wind, staring intently.
Chen Qingjiang flew in the air, clenching his fists, his belly chilled as if his gallbladder was suspended in mid-air, it was invigorating. Looking at the fields below, he mused, "Canola is better looking than sesame and wheat."
Liang Qu glanced at the sea of flowers, pondering something, "Uncle Chen, didn't used to see people planting canola?"
