Chapitre 940: A Swing And A Miss

In any case, we spent a bit more time in the greenhouses before we went into the fields that had different crops or seeds planted which were in different stages of growth—though there were a few plots that looked recently harvested. It was one thing to see a specific type of thing in a greenhouse or a variety of plants in it, but seeing a whole field with farmers and water buffaloes just hits differently with me.

It reminded me of the rice fields we'd pass by en route to the provinces of Quezon but there was one thing that's much more amazing was the rice terraces we had in one of the provinces in Baguio City.

Basically, it was a man-made structure to carve out portions of a mountain to have parts of it where we could plant rice, wheat, or anything else in that regard.