The morning breeze brushed across the land, with golden sunlight spilling over shoulders.
At this moment, Nest City No. 3 and Yangshan Town were in early autumn. The weather was gradually cooling, but the wind carrying the scent of rice passing through the body still felt very comfortable.
In the rice fields outside the town, the ripe wheat swayed gently, appearing like soft ocean waves from a distance, exuding a sweet fragrance.
This is a scene never to be seen in the Nest City.
Industrial production had flattened the wheat fields, confining the scent of rice in vertical farms and combining life with machinery.
To a certain extent, it eradicated famine but, at the same time, took away the simplicity of the past.
Time passed little by little.
Yun You sat on the ground, firmly protecting Aurora with Red Scale Claws while admiring this false yet simple beauty.
But the other villagers were not so at ease.
