After a long journey of wandering and setbacks, Xiao Yi finally settled down in this quiet space. His soul, like a field that had been dry and finally found a drop of sweet dew, absorbed the rare tranquility and peace. The air around him seemed to be filled with a faint sweet fragrance, the unique atmosphere of this space, which made people intoxicated.
Within the space, a vast expanse of land unfolded before Xiao Yi's eyes. He knew full well that this land held endless vitality and possibilities. Thus, he eagerly began planning and organizing the planting area. His hands gently brushed across the soft soil, feeling the pulse of life within it, as if engaging in a silent conversation with Mother Earth.
Of all the crops, Xiao Yi chose rice first. He knew the importance of rice, not only because it was a staple food for humans, but also because it symbolized a good harvest and hope. In this space, he used spiritual spring water to irrigate the rice fields. Every drop of this water contained a rich vitality, providing the purest nourishment for the growth of the rice.
As time passes, the greenery of the rice paddies grows richer. The rice leaves gleam with emerald green in the sunlight, like a vast ocean of emerald green. Whenever a breeze blows, ripples form in the paddies, like the breath of the earth, or a natural symphony.
Finally, harvest season arrived. Xiao Yi stood by the rice fields, gazing at the golden world, his heart filled with joy and satisfaction. He gently picked up a handful of rice grains, the heavy texture of which made him feel the reality of the harvest. He placed the rice grains in his mouth, chewing the sweet and delicious rice grains. The rich rice aroma filled his mouth, as if it were a praise and ode to life.
In this space, Xiao Yi used spiritual spring water to grow the most delicious rice, and also planted his love and yearning for life. He knew that this land would be the cornerstone of his future life, and he would use his own hands and wisdom to create more miracles and beauty on this land.
All of this stemmed from the moment he finally settled down. He understood that true happiness wasn't about wandering around, chasing after ethereal things, but about finding a corner of your own, cultivating and nurturing it with all your heart, and allowing your life to blossom with its most brilliant splendor on this land.
Xiao Yi stood by the rice paddies, gazing at the distant sky. His heart was filled with anticipation and longing for the future. He knew that in this space, he would write his own legendary story, making every moment full of meaning and value.
So, he continued to work in the planting area, cultivating every inch of land with his heart. He knew that only in this way could he create a bright future for himself in this space. And all of this would become the most precious memories and treasures in his life.
Xiao Yi first began deep tilling the land. He wielded his shovel, turning the soil over and over again. Each shovel stroke was like a deep conversation with the land, feeling its breath and pulse. He would squat down, scoop up a handful of soil, carefully feeling its moisture and texture, and then look up into the distance, pondering how to better plan this piece of land.
After deep plowing, it was time to sow. Xiao Yi carefully took the rice seeds from the bag. Each one was plump, as if it contained endless vitality and hope. He gently scattered the seeds on the prepared land, each seed like a piece of expectation and sustenance in his heart.
Next came irrigation. Xiao Yi drew clear water from the spiritual spring and carried it bucket by bucket to the fields. He carefully observed the soil's moisture, ensuring that every seed received adequate water. The spiritual spring water made the soil more fertile and provided the purest nutrients for the rice to grow.
As time passed, the rice began to sprout and grow. Xiao Yi visited the fields every day, carefully observing the rice's growth. He gently stroked the tender green rice seedlings with his hands, feeling their growing strength and vitality. Every time he saw the rice seedlings thriving, he felt an inexplicable joy and satisfaction in his heart.
As the rice seedlings grew, Xiao Yi busied himself with weeding and fertilizing. He used his hoe to remove weeds from the field, ensuring the rice could absorb enough nutrients. He also used spiritual spring water to mix a special fertilizer to provide the rice with ample nutrition. Under his meticulous care, the rice plants grew taller and taller, their emerald green leaves gleaming in the sunlight.
Finally, harvest time arrived. The rice fields were ablaze with golden color, and the heavy rice ears drooped, as if telling Xiao Yi the joy of a good harvest. He wielded his sickle, cutting the rice ears one by one, tied them into bundles, and carried them back home. At home, he hung the rice ears in the sun, letting them dry naturally. A few days later, he began grinding the rice into rice using a stone mill. The rich aroma of rice instantly filled the room, intoxicating.
In addition to rice, Xiao Yi also chose sweet potatoes and potatoes as his crops. These two crops are not only highly adaptable but also rich in nutrition, and will play an indispensable role in his life.
The process of growing sweet potatoes and potatoes is slightly different from growing rice, but it also requires careful care and patience. Xiao Yi first selected land suitable for sweet potato and potato growth and meticulously tilled the soil and applied fertilizer. He knew that a good soil environment is the foundation for the healthy growth of crops.
Next, Xiao Yi began to prepare the seeds and tubers of sweet potatoes and potatoes. He soaked the sweet potato seeds in spiritual spring water, allowing them to fully absorb the nourishment of spiritual energy; and for potatoes, he chose healthy and plump tubers as seed sources, hoping that they would take root and sprout in the soil.
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