In this way, the newly acquired grain seeds and cotton seeds bought from the village chief's home were all sown in the wasteland.
Everything was developing in a positive direction, and everyone was filled with hope for the future. However, as the days went by, only Hua Chengtian furrowed his brows more tightly, and his body, which had finally gained a little weight, returned to its original state.
Although the weather was normal, how could it be normal to transition directly from wearing cotton clothes to single-layer clothes?
Some of the more calculative folks in the village saw that the weather seemed to be returning to normal and thought they might have overthought it, planning to sell their stored grain at home. But how could their schemes get past Hua Chengtian? With his constant reminders and repeated emphasis on giving him face as the village chief, these households finally gave up on the idea.
