C31 There Are Ghosts Under the Moon

Liu Feng was weaving on his little motorcycle, his mind clearing up as he began to plan for the next day.

He counted the days; tomorrow was the day to harvest the sweet potatoes. The thought of soon having food to eat and the 50,000 yuan tucked in his pocket filled him with hope and excitement. He could hardly wait to check on his sweet potatoes in the system land.

His singing grew more tuneful