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At the crucial moment, it was Feng Xing who found a colleague of his, whose hometown was in the northeast, and eventually had ten full bags of black soil shipped over from the northeast. The quality of that soil, once poured out, instantly eclipsed the random soil Zhuo Feng had sneakily dug up from the flowerbeds downstairs, which was barely better than mixed mud.
On a weekend evening at the end of August, the upstairs of the old apartment block was unusually lit. Feng Xing had set up a bamboo frame in the center of the balcony with a light bulb hanging from it; the electricity was pulled up from downstairs, and they even installed a corridor light in the hallway between the sixth floor and the rooftop.
To prevent water leakage to the floors below, the area of the rooftop to be cultivated was completely covered with a silver waterproof membrane, on top of which the soil was then evenly spread.
