Bei Feng read his book quietly, occasionally lifting his head to gaze at the colorful butterflies fluttering around the resplendent garden.
Time flowed by slowly and finally, Bei Feng stood up and stretched his back before disappearing into the kitchen again.
After lunch, Bei Feng peeled the White River Rice and gathered all of the seeds together. Then, he took the little fox to the cliff at the back of the mountain to plant a new crop of White River Rice.
Tens of seeds were scattered into the cracks in the rocky cliff. "Little fellow, you must work hard! This time, we'll split the fruits 50/50. What do you think?"
"Meep?"
The little fox lowered its head and counted with its tiny claws in a confused manner before meeping aloud happily.
Although it wasn't able to calculate how many fruits was 50/50, it knew that it was enough for it to eat for a very, very long time!