By rights, populated with many tropical trees, Conch Island should better match Hainan's real-world climate.
Yet in the Otherworld, logic scarcely applies, and the small island experiences distinct seasons.
It was winter, and the raging sea wind, accompanied by grains of snow, howled, soon covering the freshly tilled fields with a white layer.
Since the world became gamified, one particular advantage stood out—no matter the weather, farming was unaffected.
Even as snowflakes danced, Jiang Yuan still dug out a neat 10X10 soil pit with a single hoe. With the advent of automatic sprinklers, there's no need for watering; after the farmland was tilled, he simply bought one pack of each type of seed that could be planted in winter and sowed them in an orderly manner.
The courtyard had expanded, and the new buildings needed rearrangement.
