"Honey, come over here and look, look, our sweet potatoes seem to have grown taller, and they've even sprouted buds," Zhuo Feng's recent favorite activity has been squatting by the field, observing the sweet potato sprouts.
After reviving, the sweet potato sprouts in the farm grew as vigorously as newborns, growing day and night. In just a month, by May, the vines had overgrown the entire farm, presenting a midsummer scene already.
Under the brilliant sunlight, the oval-shaped sweet potato leaves spread across the surface. Some of the most thriving ones have already grown white buds, swaying gracefully with the spring breeze.
"Let me see, blooming? Really? If I remember correctly, it's not the season for sweet potatoes to bloom. If they're blooming now, doesn't it mean they could be harvested in a couple of months?" Feng Xing recently started a sideline business. One day when he was collecting river snails by the river, he noticed a deserted area covered only in a circle of weeds.
