Now it was almost mid-April, and Zhao Fangyuan was wandering around the mountains in search of inspiration. Presently, she gazed at the deep trenches surrounding the Peach Garden and asked:
"Is this a drainage ditch?"
While she was in design, she most often frequented construction sites and farmers' courtyards, and not so much these rough rural orchards.
Song Tan replied helplessly, "This was originally intended to be a plant protective wall, but the Golden Sakura that I wanted to plant has been out of stock, so it's been put on hold for the time being."
"What does Golden Sakura look like?"
"There are some by the Chestnut Garden. They're about to bloom."
Zhao Fangyuan was dying of curiosity—what a beautiful name!
However, before she could go over there to see, her attention was captured by the tightly secured wire mesh right in front of her, as she curiously inquired, "With this already in place, why do you need to plant anything else?"
