Xu Yang watched a video on his phone.
It was about an ecological farm in China, covering twelve thousand acres.
The farm was well-furnished, with concrete roads built between fields and greenhouses.
To get anywhere, you would need to ride in one of those sightseeing carts.
Because it was too far.
The more he watched, the more envious he became.
If only his own farm could be like this one day.
Greenhouse area, orchard area, planting area, breeding area.
Concrete roads built in between.
Riding in carts to go anywhere.
Just thinking about it felt impressive.
However, such farms were owned by billionaires, and he was far from reaching that stage.
He could only look on.
Xu Yang put down his phone and stepped out of the yard.
His farm truly was... quite dismal!
Because it was winter, except for the newer-looking greenhouses, the red brick walls and mud roads all looked quite old.
But, after all, it was the dead of winter.
The small animals were all in their nests.
