The most pressing matter right now is to think about what to film.
Song Tan thought about it over and over, looking for several angles, but in the end, she realized there wasn't much to film in the fields—so she decided to live stream the scene before her.
After all, it was quite beautiful.
A patchwork of fields with the charm of mountain woodlands.
Over the sprawling patches of pink, purple, and green Milk Vetch, little chicks and ducklings scuttled through the fields, peeping and quacking away.
Down below, an old yellow ox was chewing its cud slowly, occasionally letting out a leisurely "moo—"
And she herself, wearing an old coat Wu Lan had dug out from the wardrobe, green rubber shoes on her feet, and even a straw hat on her head as if she meant business…
What was there to talk about? Better to just buckle down and work.
Tonight, there would be no more Milk Vetch in the fields.
And in a moment she was unaware of,
What a coincidence.
