Gazing at the crisp green of the mountains and listening to the bubbling mountain springs, Suming was in high spirits.
How could he not be? Spending half a day in such a place could erase any troubles. If zoo visitors had enough time, they would all stop here for a moment, as if dwelling in a rustic Taoyuan by Shuijun Lake and gazing out at the reservoir, it was as though they'd truly arrived in the Otherworldly Qingqiu Kingdom of the Nine-tailed Fox.
"This is just the beginning!"
Suming, donning a straw hat, stood halfway up the mountain like an old farmer, one hand on his hip, the other gesturing grandly.
This side of the slope had barely taken shape; in the future, pavilions and small bridges for resting and viewing scenery would need to be built;
The agricultural crops on the hillside were a bit too monotonous, limited to rice and sweet potatoes, and only the side facing the zoo around the Fox Immortal Residence had been planted with crops.
