Ninety Days in an Empty City, Farming in the Mountains

Qingbai｜Farming｜Healing｜Shuangwen Unemployed and without rent, Chen Keming crouched at the subway entrance and read a bizarre rental advertisement: Yundingshan Fengmen Village, free tenants, you can move in if you bring your own vegetables. Carrying half a bag of old rice and ten bags of vegetable seeds, she squeezed into a minibus for three hours to enter the legendary haunted deserted village. I thought I would be quiet for half a year in hiding, but who would have thought that in three days the cabbage seeds that were scattered sprouted up half a foot high, and wild pumpkin vines climbed all over the courtyard wall and produced melons as big as millstones. Later, she discovered that Fengmen Village was not an abandoned village, but a buffer zone for ancient spiritual veins; she was not an unlucky one, but a once-in-a-hundred-year village guardian. Over the long years, danger has never gone away, and loneliness has always been with us.