With its reputation giving it a boost, the first batch of Sows Go Wild quickly sold out.
Some people even pulled strings to approach Li Ping'an and ask him to refine one for them, but he turned them all down.
Soon, he refined a second batch of Sows Go Wild.
With the experience of the first batch behind him, the pills in the second batch were more refined.
Production tripled, and the price roughly doubled.
And once again, they sold out extremely quickly.
And so, after a bountiful year, winter came to Shushan.
Bitter winds raged, and everything looked forlorn and desolate, the withered grasses trembling in the cold.
This winter belonged to Heaven-Reaching Peak alone, while the other peaks remained brimming with spring.
It was as though they were two different worlds.
Li Ping'an disliked changing things. He felt that spring should be spring, and winter should be winter.
That was how things ought to be.
Every ancient tree, every fallen leaf, and every inch of soil on Heaven-Reaching Peak was alive. They had the right to experience the four seasons.
As the saying went: sow in spring, grow in summer, harvest in autumn, and store in winter.
People might easily see the beauty of another's autumn harvest without necessarily appreciating the hardships of spring sowing and summer growth, and were even more prone to neglecting winter storage;
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter followed one another in an endless cycle.
This represented both the ceaseless growth of crops and the principles of handling everyday affairs.
Preparation, action, a destination, and settling...
This held true for small matters, and great ones too!
When winter arrived, Li Ping'an stopped refining pills.
He began using these resources to cultivate, spending every day as though asleep.
He barely left the heated bed throughout