As expected, there is a time difference, and the plants in the space grow quickly. At this time, mature bamboo leaves are piled on the ground. Song Zhiwei is like a rice worm falling into a rice vat, busy happily, with her hands flying around, Bundles of bamboo leaves are arranged neatly.

Almost done, Song Zhiwei drank a few gulps of spiritual spring water, filled the kettle with water, stuffed some bamboo leaves and mugwort into the backpack, turned around and walked out of the ...