Chapter 367 Book 7 A Seed of Hope
The morning sun cast a golden hue over Farhan Village, painting the revived fields with a vibrant green. It had been a week since Li An had dropped the red bead into the village well, and the transformation was nothing short of miraculous. The once parched earth had softened, and a healthy, verdant carpet now covered the previously barren land.
The newly planted drought-resistant crops, guided by Li An's instructions, were already showing vigorous growth, promising a miraculous, fast, and bountiful harvest in the near future. The well itself, a source of endless wonder, now produced water that felt invigorating, almost alive, and it seemed to carry a subtle, earthy scent of growth and life.
