Qiaoqiao truly sighed with all her heart.
How rich in variety the mountains were during the summer and autumn! Cowpeas, eggplants, chilli peppers, tomatoes, water spinach, celery, pickled bamboo shoots...
Back then, I couldn't wait to chop and dry them every day, cramming the small warehouse full of dry goods and pickles. But now, although the mountains are covered with varying shades of green, from afar, there are still large patches of uncultivated land.
However, he was not panicked, and at this moment he pointed out each one to everyone:
"Underneath the apple tree, in spring we'll transplant and pick Ai Cao fruits. I heard that when Ai Cao fruits mature, they look especially pretty being all red and plump, but I haven't seen one yet since no one here grows them."
"Over there in that empty space, we will plant the local big green pears—big, crisp, and sweet. They'll be for the kids to eat!"
