The silent village stirred in the night, the pitch-black mountains reflected the farmers at the foothills sowing their fields under the cover of darkness.
Yan Ran and the two others continued their night shift, faced with seedlings priced at ten or twenty each, leaving the farmers, who had been growing crops their whole lives, all thumbs:
"How do you plant this large-leaved wood ear vegetable? We haven't grown this here before."
"This pumpkin vine only grows tips, huh? Is that still like planting pumpkins... Oh oh oh, it grows pumpkins too."
"Do you need to insert stems for the goji buds? Just put them into the soil, is that it?"
Yan Ran and the others rode their electric bikes through the village, racing against time. Luckily, there weren't many seedlings, and they managed to finish everything by the time the moon was high above.
But that wasn't the end.
