*Back to Xu Zeng~*
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The warm hues of the sun were welcome as Xu Zeng brought his stroll through the Nanshan Estate to a close.
Soaking in the fruits of his labor over the past two months, the basket carrying his two nephews swung gently at his side as he sauntered through the grounds.
He checked out each cellar, a bountiful assortment of treasure packed in tightly, showing the outcome of his hard work.
It was like a visual feast—around 70 percent of the cellars were stocked with freshly home brewed wine, another 20 percent crammed with jams and fruit products, and the last 10 percent playing host to the spoils of the spring harvest and preserved meats.
The estate was alive and buzzing with activity, but he hadn't spotted his alternate target yet.
