Spring plowing, irrigation, reforming agricultural tools, three-shift crop rotation, anti-frost harvesting... each step seems like the tracks laid for this harvest.
In the past, farmers could only rely on the weather, but now they work on large-scale farms, with a whole section of crops laid out behind them according to wind direction and soil temperature.
Even winter is no longer lifeless; the geothermal network brings warmth into the greenhouse, and places that couldn't grow a single sprout now see cabbages and carrots harvested twice a year.
They are no longer solitary boats led by fate but have truly used their hands and wisdom to pry open the future of the entire land.
Everyone clearly sees that all of this is because of a man named Louis, hanging like the sun above the Mai Lang.
To these people, his light shines upon every path between fields, warming this Northern Territory ravaged by cold winds.
