Bab 249: Hard Work and Hard Words

In the fading light of the day, Xu Feng toiled relentlessly within the expansive confines of the greenhouse. The sheer scale of the space dwarfed the greenhouse in Donghua, another proof of the magnitude of this facility.

Xu Feng still wasn't sure if it was used for research or agriculture in general. 

Rows upon rows of raised plant beds stretched out before him, each one beckoning to be brought back to life.

As he worked tirelessly, sweat mingling with the dirt on his skin, Xu Feng's determination shone brightly. The sunlight cast long, dappled shadows that danced across the soil, a stark difference from the once neglected expanse.

The hours slipped away, and the sunlight eventually began to wane, leaving Xu Feng huffing and puffing in the encroaching darkness. The transition from daylight to twilight was gradual, but he could hardly see in front of his own hands.