Spring sowing a grain, Autumn harvesting ten thousand seeds.
On the fifth autumn, Sun Wukong arrived at the grain-producing area.
From atop the clouds, he gazed down upon the boundless plains where vast fields of ripe rice resembled a layer of gold sand sprinkled over the earth.
"Great Saint!"
A shout echoed from the ground.
Wukong followed the voice and saw the Star of Longevity waving at him from below.
He descended from the clouds.
"Great Saint."
The Star of Longevity approached with a gesture of respect, "Are you here to check on the grains?"
"I've heard that it will be a bumper crop this year."
Wukong smiled as he surveyed the surrounding rice fields: "It appears to be true."
The Star of Longevity nodded with a laugh: "Of course, it is."
This year was not only about reaping a bumper crop, but also achieving self-sufficiency in grain without relying on the immortals' Daoist skills.
