'She really dares to dream it, and she really dares to do it!' The river, its source and destination unseen, flowed on. To its left were patches of black soil; to its right, a pasture enclosed by a fence.
That was right.
It had all been divided this way before he left on this trip. Even the saltwater pit, which had been dug temporarily last year and later expanded to five or six square meters, was still there.
The problem was, this saltwater pit next to the pasture was now completely surrounded by pomegranate, nectarine, pear, plum, mei plum, apricot, persimmon, and sugarcane trees…
'Wait a minute, that little sapling looks like a loquat tree, and this one just sprouting from the ground... judging by the leaves, it looks like a tangerine, or maybe an orange.'
'What was all this?'
'It was a chaotic jumble, all clumped together—a bit of everything. Good grief. She must have planted all the saplings, branches, and fruit pits she'd collected over this period in one go.'
