It was nearly March, and the climate in Jiangnan was steadily warming. The flora began to bud, and the melodious songs of orioles filled the air. The atmosphere was imbued with the fresh and invigorating scent of spring, evoking a sense of burgeoning life and vitality.
Qiao Xuan possessed a unique affinity with the power of wood, and this time of year heightened her connection to it even more.
As spring approached, her superpower seemed to flourish at an accelerated rate.
Within her personal realm, she already controlled an impressive expanse of 600 mu of land for cultivation, and this domain was rapidly expanding. She estimated that by the end of this spring, her territory would exceed 1,000 mu.
With 1,000 mu at her disposal, she could cultivate crops twice a year, yielding bountiful harvests with minimal effort. It was the coveted golden land every farmer aspired to possess.
The mere thought of it filled her with happiness.
