Mountain Fog Field Moon

Lin Xiaoman resigned and returned to his hometown, planting the first ridge of vegetable seedlings on the barren slope behind the village. She watered every morning, weeded at noon, and recorded the growth of each crop in the evening. The days were as slow as the fog in the mountains. The villagers laughed at her for messing around, but she was the only one who knew that what she was growing was not vegetables, but the power to re-root. Three months later, the barren slopes turned into green vegetable gardens, and the first batch of tomatoes turned red. Xiaoman squatted on the ground and took a bite, and the juice exploded on the tip of her tongue - she suddenly understood that farming was never about escaping, but the only way to truly let one's heart rest. The charm of farming novels lies in reality - the protagonist is not only planting crops, but also regaining control of life. From spring sowing to autumn harvest, every hard moment is a chapter of sweat and hope.