Not far from the side of the zoo office building, on a small hill, there was a lush copse of trees.
At the foot of the hill, a bluestone path flanked by purple morning glories and yellow chrysanthemums meandered into the mountains, obscured by the green brush of the woods. A brown-yellow log-style building stood on the hillside, imparting a sense of seclusion from the world's bustle.
As fragrant breezes wafted through, spreading the scent of flowers, Sunshine was warm and comfortable, everything appearing so peaceful and beautiful.
In the side yard of the small villa, Fang Ye stood by a large wooden box with a meter-long side, picking up a burlap sack and pouring dry branches and fallen leaves into it.
He was currently engaged in making compost!
In simple terms, this meant allowing organic matter to decompose into fertile humus, rich in nutrients and microorganisms.
