Chu Yang, Li Yuru, and Ling Feiyan, having had their lunch, leaned against a big tree and squinted for a while, as other villagers also sought out cool places to catch a short nap.
After they had rested for a while, they continued their work.
By the afternoon, the sun was not as scorching as it had been at noon, and the slightly chilly mountain breeze gently blew on the working villagers, cooling them considerably.
Chu Yang looked at the fields where the seeds had been sown and felt moved.
The sanqi and atractylodes seeds that had been planted would only need about half a month's time before they could be harvested and sold.
This time, he had invested a substantial amount of money and hoped to sell them at a good price.
"Haha, my worries are truly unnecessary. After the enhancement of the sanqi and atractylodes by my Minor Spiritual Rain Technique, there certainly won't be any problems."
