Chapter 77 On the Farmland

The village Gu Qinghan mentioned was not big. There were low mountains near the village, with dense camphor trees and oaks, which were essential materials of charcoal. In fact, in the place within a hundred miles, the camphor tree was the most common tree. And the charcoal made of camphor wood produced here was famous all the time. In winter every year, some camphor charcoal would be sent to the capital from Jiangling.

At the foot of the mountain, there were dozens of scattered houses. In the distance, it was a large area of farmland. At dusk, Yang Ning still saw some peasants ploughing on the farmland. The crops on the land had been collected, and there was nothing on it. Under the sunset, it looked boundless.

“Aunt, it’s late autumn now, and the crops have been collected. Why are they still ploughing?” Yang Ning rode the horse next to Gu Qinghan and asked.

Gu Qinghan smiled. “You have never been to the farmland, so you naturally don’t know. A