Under the star-studded night sky, a group of people sat around the grass, not far from a bonfire roasting a wild mountain goat, with a large pot on top bubbling with the aroma of meat.
The simple and sincere Mu's face flashed a shy smile, "... There's an agricultural market in town, you can buy a lot of good stuff if you go there early..."
"... More people are raising sheep in the open markets, we have quite a few more this year... The summer is too hot, I'll send some over to you in the winter..."
"... Watermelons, plenty of them... Wild fruits aren't worth much, no one buys them..."
Not far away, Zhou Jiao listened absentmindedly to the sporadic words, somewhat dazed. Is this the era she belongs to or the future?
"... People from the county commune have come to persuade them to return to their hometown... Habits become natural, this is also their homeland... Relatives and friends come over..."
