August 25th.
Bay Territory.
Farmstead Stronghold.
Sunny.
The blazing sun generously scattered light and heat.
Tall rice plants swayed and rolled in the wind.
A unique shade of red adorned the perimeter of the farmstead.
The first batch of Eastern Redleaf Mulberry trees had reached the season when their fruits ripened.
The reddish-purple mulberries, plump and tempting, emitted a heartwarming, fragrant aroma.
Birds circled uncertainly in the sky while hunters lay quietly in wait among the treetops.
This scene added plenty of topics for conversation and laughter among the pickers.
Matthew surveyed a few slender Golems thoughtfully.
Under the control of the pickers, they moved agilely through the layers of red leaves, their four slender arms precisely snipping off the mature fruits.
"Hehe," Macaron, brimming with joy, was very pleased to record various data.
In his opinion, the newly-introduced picking Golems still had many aspects that could be improved.
