Jiushu unblinkingly stared at her farm.
The rice is yellowing at a visible rate. In a few minutes, the field went from green to yellow, from having muddy ground to cracked ground.
Then as if by magic, all the rice got cut, gathered at the end of field, the grains separated and vanished. The granary glowed for a moment, then stayed silent.
Jiushu checked her granary. There are indeed another five hundred catties of grain.
She sighed, and checked to see if she could plant in the field immediately. She couldn't. It seems the farming ground always needs a thirty minute recuperation time.
Jiushu left the space, since she got time anyway, she went out and offered her prayers to angels. Her guardian angel sighed happily, as another wrinkle on her face disappeared.
Jiushu blankly stared at the sky. Today is a moonless night. The starry sky couldn't look more beautiful.
