Rebirth 15: I Picked Up a Pure and Innocent Streamer Girlfriend

Chapter 138 138

She walked slowly along the ridge, evenly sprinkling water from the ladle. The watered areas and the unwatered areas were distinctly different in color, like a dark line slowly advancing across the ground. As the water seeped into the soil, a very faint seeping sound could be heard—a soft, rustling sound, like a very fine straw drawing water.

After watering the first row, she scooped a ladleful from the bucket and watered the second. She scooped another ladleful and watered the third. By the fifth row, only a thin layer of water remained in the bucket. She tilted the ladle to its limit, scooped up the last drop of water, and watered the fifth row from beginning to end. After watering the fifth row, there was about a mouthful of water left in the ladle.

She carried the water ladle to the corner of the vegetable patch and squatted down in front of the small brick fence. The chives had grown taller than they had two weeks ago, new leaves emerging from among the withered ones, a vibrant green. She tilted the ladle, pouring the remaining water entirely onto the chive roots—the water seeped into the cracks between the bricks, moistening the small ring of soil around the base. Water droplets slid down the chive leaves, lingered for a second at the tip, then trembled and dripped, shattering into countless smaller droplets on the brick surface.

She straightened up, put the empty water ladle into the empty water bucket, and stood at the edge of the field, holding the empty bucket and ladle, looking at the vegetable garden that had just been watered.

The light of dusk streamed in from behind the mountain ridge, casting a slanting glow on the vegetable patch. The water-sprinkled ridges shimmered with tiny droplets of light, the warm orange glow of the setting sun reflecting off the damp earth like a thin layer of glass. A row of bamboo signs stood at the top of the ridges, the words clearly visible in the twilight—"Tomato," "Cucumber," "Pepper," "Eggplant," "Leafy Vegetables"—the last sign bearing a small drawing of a leaf. A breeze blew, causing the bamboo signs to sway slightly, their edges gently tapping against the soil with a soft, rhythmic sound.

All the seeds are still dormant underground. Nothing can be seen on the ridges except the damp soil and the row of quiet bamboo markers. But they are already in the soil—tomato seeds are absorbing water and swelling, cucumber seeds are slowly softening, chili seeds are too small to feel weight, eggplant seeds' brown shells are being gradually seeped into the soil by moisture, and leafy vegetable seeds are mixed together, indistinguishable from one another. The world underground is more vibrant than above ground, but it's not yet time for them to sprout.

A slight smile curved her lips as she bent down, picked up the empty bamboo basket, and slowly walked back the way she had come. Her figure receded further and further into the twilight.

The screen dims. A message appears on the black screen: "The seed is asleep. Wait for it to wake up."

Shortly after the video was released, the screen was flooded with comments.

"First!"

"I followed this from a collection of bamboo baskets!"

"Xuexue Farm is officially open!"

"Front row group photo!"

"This vegetable garden is neater than my entire life."

"The section where they drew white lines to mark the furrows was a therapeutic experience for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"The way she kneads the soil, the soil slipping through her fingers, is so relaxing."

"The sound of ditching is so soothing, it's so soft and gentle."

"The tomato seeds are so tiny, like gold dust."

"I never knew cucumber seeds were shaped like this before."

"Mixing chili seeds with sand is such a clever method."

"After she finished putting out the eggplant seeds, there was a handprint. She stared at it blankly for a moment, then smoothed it out. It was so cute."

"Did you see the little leaf drawn on the bamboo sign with the leafy greens?"

"I see! All the other brands have just words, but the leafy vegetable one has a picture."