Outside the warehouse in Mai Lang Territory, workers shouted as they carried bags of wheat grain into the warehouse door.
Footsteps, rope sliding sounds, and the dull thuds of cloth bags hitting the wooden frames echoed through the valley, interspersed with laughter and shouts.
On the drying ground in front of the warehouse, piles of golden wheat looked like small mountains, reflecting warm light under the sun.
The valley was dyed in gold, the valley bottom resembling a huge bowl being gradually filled, as the autumn wind swept through, carrying the aroma of wheat.
Louis stood at the top of the slope, squinting at it all, unable to hide the joy in his eyes. He then said to Green beside him, "Green, call all the representatives, we'll hold the autumn harvest summary meeting right here."
Soon, Mike, Green, and representatives from various village communities, workshops, and patrol riding teams gradually arrived, forming a semicircle as per custom.
