Under the morning light of Bright Moon Mountain, mist shrouds the landscape, the trees are lush, and the fields everywhere are a pleasing emerald green, the wheat sown earlier has already begun to sprout.
In the mountains, the kiln smoke curls continuously, bustling from dawn till dusk.
In the renamed village of Dongpo Village, the village head, Cao Zhengyuan, set off early with a hoe to farm the nearby fields.
The children laughed and chased the sheep out of the village, passing by Cao Zhengyuan, holding steaming buns in their hands, nibbling as they ran.
"Run slowly, don't go to the other side of the mountain, understood?"
Cao Zhengyuan stroked his beard and loudly reminded the children. Zombies roamed behind the mountain; initially, everyone was quite scared, but later found out these zombies patrolled the mountains at night, never harming anyone, and actively avoided living people, so no one was afraid anymore.
"Village Head, off to the fields again?"
