The Herbal Scents of Farm Life

"This space is quite huge, if all was covered with wheat, wouldn't it be... Ah!"

Before she even managed to say 'wrong', Lin Caisang, who had been exploring for a short while, was bounced back by an invisible wall.

Covering her forehead, throbbing from the hit, she blinked and then blinked again. Upon closer look, she noticed countless currents flowing in the air, dividing the vast field into several layers.

And the spot where she stood was the furthest in.

The entire golden bead space was like a Russian nesting doll, enveloped in numerous layers.

"So, you're saying I can only plant on... this tiny piece of land?"

After a look around, what she found available for her to utilize was just about a hundred square meters, not even as large as a medium-sized house!

"Well... whatever, something is better than nothing. I'll see if there's any way to expand the land in the future."

For now, she'd to fetch a potato and plant it in the golden bead space...

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Caisang squatted in the space, staring at the potato half-buried in the ground, which was rotting rapidly...

"What the... What kind of soil is this!"

She watched the black potato, her face aghast, nearly shedding tears of frustration.

Initially, she was full of hopes that the potato would sprout and grow into a huge harvest of extra-large potatoes, but instead, the potato started to rot.

She didn't accept it easily and planted rice, wheat, cabbage seeds, pumpkin seeds, and sweet potatoes, but could someone please tell her if the golden bead was meant for wasting food?

This was jeopardizing her life. It was one trap after another!

"This golden bead...It's meant to scam me, isn't it?"

Caressing the golden bead hanging around her neck, she murmured to herself.

...

In the secluded bamboo grove, during the summer, nobody would come due to numerous snakes, both poisonous and harmless. You could even spot the bamboo pit vipers slithering amongst the bamboo leaves.

But now that the weather was still cold, the snakes were nowhere to be seen. Therefore, some people started using it as a place for their misdeeds.

"Changhong, what did you call Uncle Three here for? To cut bamboo?"

Third Uncle Lin, Lin Baiyi, furrowed his brows, looking at his nephew Lin Changhong, whom he had cherished since childhood, treating him even more affectionately than his own son.

He saw Changhong vigorously digging on the ground with a hoe, having harvested almost half a basket of bamboo shoots. But these bamboo shoots were not delicious, or rather, they tasted awful without any oil for seasoning.

Their household was nearly out of food, where would they get so much oil?

"Don't we still have half a chicken at home? Sangsang said she wanted to eat chicken stewed with bamboo shoots, so I came here to dig some for home. Uncle Three, don't just stand there. Let's finish up quickly and go home."

Lin Baiyi: "..."

There was still half a chicken at home, but this young man had already dug so much. Was it really for stewing chicken? How big was this chicken supposed to be!

Though he, Third Lin, might be simple-minded, he certainly wasn't a fool, right?

"Changhong..."

Just as he was about to ask again, he keenly detected the faint sound of footsteps approaching. His heart stirred, and just as he was about to turn around and check, he was pulled by the ever-ready Lin Changhong to hide behind a rock.

"Changhong, what's going on?" He asked Changhong in confusion.

Even if someone was coming, it must be someone from the village, right? Why did they have to hide? It'd be more like it to go up and greet them.