Three months was neither long nor short.
But for Lan Tian and his fief, the changes over those three months had been earth-shattering and visible to the naked eye.
The barren hills once overgrown with wild grass and rampant shrubs had now completely changed.
Two-meter-high stone walls stood firmly along the boundaries. A few fresh vines crept across the gray-brown walls, softening the harshness of the stone somewhat.
Near the middle stretch of the stream inside the walls, a row of neat houses stood along the gentle slope. Their white walls and dark tiles were not particularly grand, but they were clean, sturdy, and more than sufficient for living in.
A level clearing lay before the houses. After work, the laborers liked to gather there to smoke and chat. Every so often, someone would throw back their head and belt out a rough mountain song, filling the place with lively warmth.
The medicinal herb cultivation area covered seven hundred mu of sunny slopes.
Various herbs were planted in separate plots according to their types, rising and falling in orderly layers. The lush green fields stretched together, rolling like waves in the breeze.
What Lan Tian cared about most was the ninety-nine-mu sea of Blue Silver Grass. Under the continuous catalysis of Sun and Moon Shine Together and Spring of Vegetation, the sprawling Blue Silver Grass had grown extraordinarily luxuriant. Its leaves were broad and dark green, its stalks thick and upright, and from afar, it looked like a sheet of green silk spread across the hillside.
At the very center of that sea of Blue Silver Grass stood the Nine Heart Begonia. Its nine heart-shaped leaves had unfurled, and its pinkish-white radiance was so dense that it seemed like a clump of mist that could never disperse. The entire plant