Xu Feng felt completely at home in this ancient greenhouse, even though it was currently lacking greenery. The space had an undeniable charm and beauty, despite its somewhat questionable functionality.
Built with sturdy lumber and mostly situated underground, only the top portion was visible above the ground, made of ancient style window paper, acting as a rustic substitute for modern greenhouse glass.
As he stood in the dimly lit space, the potential and possibilities seemed to stretch out before him. The worries and uncertainties that had clouded his mind over the past few weeks faded into obscurity, as though the events of the recent past were nothing more than distant memories.
The lantern at Xu Feng's feet provided the only source of light in the greenhouse. He meticulously examined each plot, located in every corner of the space, with a smaller central plot at the heart of the structure.
