"Is this the 'good job' you spoke of?"
A hint of strangeness on his face, Qi Xiu looked out over the scene.
The vast expanse of farmland stretched out like a green ribbon from the earth, winding towards the horizon.
Within the rice fields, where waves of green shimmered, flowed ethereal waters as crystal clear as the finest liqueurs, nourishing every inch of the land. Above the water's surface, wisps of mist rose, adding a layer of mystery and vitality to the fields.
Among the paddies, the rice plants stood tall and robust, each leaf radiant with a blend of green and yellow, faintly etched with countless ancient and mystical patterns. Each grain of rice, haloed with light and emitting a strong fragrance, was as large as a fist.
