Such a scene, in the eyes of country folk, was no better than deep ravines they couldn't wait to escape from, but for those rich people weary of the city's glitz and glamour, it was extremely rare, and they wished they could live there for a few years to retire.
Everyone started picking vegetables from the fields.
Gu Miaomiao appeared delighted in the vegetable garden, a true embodiment of a lively and radiant young girl.
Gu Wen, as a high school principal, possessed an air of scholarship, much like his scholarly father who was currently painting nearby, deeply engrossed, with Gu Wen watching beside him.
After a while, he walked over to Zhang Xiaoshan, who was squatting on the ridge of the field.
"Hehe, young man, you are truly promising, so young yet already a village chief, and even able to cultivate such miraculous fruits and vegetables. Indeed, a hero emerges from youth."
"However, I'd like to give you a suggestion."
"Go ahead."
