Autumnal equinox, five o'clock in the morning has not yet finished.
The frost is like needles, pricking people's exposed skin.
Shen Zhihe squatted beside his vegetable garden. As soon as he pinched a handful of green vegetables with his fingertips, his brows suddenly knitted together.
There were strange purple spots on the edges of the leaves, as if they had been burned by fire and soaked in poisonous water.
She turned the vegetable leaves over and saw a layer of fine water droplets floating on the back, making them feel cold and sticky to the touch.
On the water surface of the old well not far away, there were actually a few strands of floc floating on the water, like cotton wool or rotten mycelium, slowly swirling in the breeze.
She knelt down, lifted a corner of the straw mat, and placed her palms directly on the soil.
The chill went straight to the bone.
"No... It's too cold." She whispered to herself, her eyes suddenly tightening, "At this time in previous years, the ground temperature would have been at least 12 degrees, but now... It's not even 9 degrees."
She looked up at the sky.
