Jiang Feng rides his horse, galloping across the grassland.
The grassland is now completely yellowed and withered, but every day, the cattle and sheep still manage to nibble on some growth.
Jiang Feng inspects his grassland.
"The grassland ahead will become increasingly desolate."
"We'll have to wait until spring for the grass to grow lush again."
Jiang Feng gazes into the distance, reflecting.
As the afternoon progresses to four o'clock, the wind on the grassland becomes biting.
At this moment, Jiang Feng notices a few withered plants on the ground. He rides his Red Rabbit Horse towards them and crushes all the plants.
Then, he dismounts, squats on the ground, picks up a dried grass stalk, and says to his viewers:
"Everyone, take a look at this; this is chive flower, a local specialty here, left over from a previous harvest."
"There are many chive flower seeds on top. When cattle and sheep pass by, they crush the chive flowers, and the seeds get buried in the soil."
