Song Youde and Wang Lifan stopped their bike by the roadside; only then did they descend the mountain and walk along the field ridge to the sweet potato field nearby.
The field wasn't large, covering just one or two acres. Now, with the autumn air crisp and clear, it was the peak season for mad growth. The leaves and stems were densely packed, completely covering the field, leaving no space unfilled!
If people didn't come every few days to pick some for cooking or feeding the pigs, they would have had to flip the vines over in summer because of their vigorous growth!
Looking at it now, they appeared densely packed and exceptionally robust.
Only from one corner to the middle, it was sparse like a bald spot, clearly where the wild boar Dahei had rummaged and eaten, causing what was once a complete field to now have gaps like missing teeth.
Seeing this, Wang Lifan felt somewhat reluctant:
