Xu Yang drove to the drying ground.
The drying ground is a specific area meant for drying grains.
People had already begun drying there.
The village's drying ground was divided into sections, and everyone would just spread the grains out in their designated areas.
The grains were not spread thinly. They stacked up to several dozen centimeters high, with peaks and troughs like ocean waves.
Golden waves.
The drying ground was vast, and many areas were filled with rice.
Looking around, the feeling of "harvest" hit you in the face directly from the ground.
Xu Yang drove to the assigned area, and two strong men stood atop the vehicle, opening the mouths of the sacks and beginning to scatter the rice onto the ground.
The golden yellow rice flowed down like a waterfall, each grain plump.
After one sack was emptied, they grabbed another sack and continued pouring.
Watching the yellow rice cascade down, the audience in the live stream felt somewhat relaxed.