It was still cold in the early spring. The snow and ice on the ground had just started to thaw, and the cold wind dug into people's marrows like needles piercing, making them tremble.
But it was the seeding season of Golden Vine. Farmers, wearing as many clothes as they could, waved their hoes and tilled the frozen land to put the seeds of Golden Vine one by one into the hole. The seeds had been previously soaked in clean water containing magic power. There was no need to cover the seeds with soil because the most important thing for its growth was sunshine over anything else.
