Because of this matter, Song Youde's enthusiasm seemed as if it had been separated by a membrane. The leaders, finally not completely overwhelmed, had the energy to take a look at this small mountain village—
In the distance, the mountains undulated; green trees and white stones were in stark relief, indicating the barrenness of those undeveloped areas.
Nearby were fields of varying sizes, terraced terrain that had perhaps once been used for planting rice. But now, looking at them, one saw overgrown weeds and climbing vines... with only a few patches of land sparsely dug up, where some pumpkins, loofahs, and winter melons were planted.
"The land has gone fallow..."
He sighed.
"What choice do we have but to let it go fallow?"
