Zhuang Xiao gazed at the rings of the tree, full of history, and pondered for a moment, suddenly realizing this must be strawberry season.
So she once again picked up the stick and struck the trunk.
"Crash!"
This is the season of harvest, where the baskets are filled with juicy, fresh strawberries.
Zhuang Xiao, like a diligent farmer, wiped away a bead of sweat, her face beaming with the joy of harvest.
Great First Lady's question marks above her head doubled.
What on earth is this!
Why are strawberries falling from a ginkgo tree?
Despite the baskets and strawberries being seemingly inconspicuous, if we speak broadly, Zhuang Xiao's one strike with the stick directly induced the plants to genetically mutate, and not only that, she forcibly accelerated the fruit maturation time!
But Zhuang Xiao was different from Lindong, she wouldn't think so much.
