The slanting wind and fine drizzle provided irrigation for the earth.
In early September, everyone began to plant various crops all over the hills.
Taking advantage of the plentiful rainwater.
The plains were full of busy figures.
In this season, it should have been a time of harvest, but due to the drought, the fruits on the trees had all grown very small.
But they were very sweet.
The area where Li Yu lived had a subtropical monsoon climate, mainly growing crops like navel oranges.
However, at this latitude, there were many other types of fruit trees that could be cultivated, so Li Yu had also planted some other varieties of fruit trees.
It was still raining; the rain was not very heavy, just constant without ever stopping.
By the mountain pond, Li Yu accompanied Grandpa to mow the grass and feed the fish, one following the other, without much conversation.
Grandpa had always been a man of few words, often silently doing his work.
