It seemed as if a spring breeze had swept through Wanbao Village. In just a month, the barren land had turned lush and colorful with an abundant harvest; from the village's limping yellow dog at one end to the meddlesome old women at the other, everyone seemed to be basking in an unprecedented joy of harvest, their faces nearly cramping from too much smiling yet still grinning.
However, the joyful atmosphere lasted only a while before dark clouds loomed overhead. It turned out that the vegetables had been harvested extensively throughout the village, but an ensuing problem arose—who would buy them?
