As the weather warms, spring farming begins.
Only a day after the mobilization meeting, the sky over Mai Lang Basin still drifted with bits of snow, and the frost from the night hadn't completely melted away, but the entire valley was already bustling with activity.
The drums from the villages echoed one after another, measuring ropes spread across the fields like a woven net, the sound of hammering incessant, wooden stakes being driven into the soil one after the other.
Everywhere, there were busy figures, lines marked by ropes, and voices giving commands.
"One more foot to the north! The terrain is higher there, which aids drainage."
"Make sure to write down the number, this is 'Field No. 7 of Village Three,' and don't forget to leave two paces of space for easy ditch repairs."
The measuring team was composed of the Agricultural Official, village chiefs, and experienced old farmers familiar with the land's topography.
