This jar of pickles that Jiang Xuan made has been pickled for half a year, it's too sour, and doesn't have a crisp texture, instead it's quite soft.
After finishing the pickles, Jiang Xuan cleaned the pottery bowl, chopsticks, and spoon, and then went to the yard to work.
He has planted a lot of vegetables in the yard, often needing to do some weeding, fertilizing, and soil cultivation work.
He carried a hoe and walked to the yard, patiently weeding the vegetables.
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Knock knock."
"Who is it?"
"Leader, it's me, Feng Chao."
Jiang Xuan looked around, usually responsible for opening the door, Tang Yuan was not there, and Crescent was also out to feed. He had to put down the hoe and personally open the door.
"Creak..."
The yard door opened, Feng Chao hurriedly walked in, his face very serious, with an anxious look in his eyes.
"Feng Chao, what happened?"
