Piles of neatly stacked firewood lay at the door of each house, while pots and bamboo baskets were placed in the corners.
Seeing Cheng Ye striding in, the shadowy crowd gathered around, numbering nearly a hundred, with a majority being women. Everyone clutched short knives or farm tools for defense, watching him with caution.
But Cheng Ye's attention wasn't on these buildings at all; instead, he was fixated on the center of the basin.
Who could have imagined that inside this stone mountain, a field over a hundred meters long and wide, spanning more than a hundred acres, had been opened up!
Shallow ditches were dug along the ridges, benefiting from the convenience of underground water. Clear water flowed gently along the ditches, soaking the crops in the field.
At a glance, the rice in the fields appeared near harvest time, with full, heavy ears creating waves of golden rice, and the air was filled with a sweet, fresh rice fragrance.
What's going on? Such a terrifying yield?
