"I recognize that person, an old man with the surname Zhong. He cultivated a small plot of land nearby, growing a lot of potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, chives, eggplants, and such. Xiaoliang, if you have the time, you might want to send someone over to look. Maybe some have already mutated, and we can find seeds to transplant here."
Hearing this, Liang Yuan also recalled some things.
Before the great flood, he had climbed Yangshan for leisure. There were indeed forest rangers living in the mountains, sanitation workers responsible for cleaning the mountain paths and taking care of the forest.
Some of them would stay for an entire day, and staff from the scenic area would come up to deliver meals.
But many elderly people couldn't get used to those meals; they preferred to grow their own food. So, in many inconspicuous places, these people had cultivated small plots of land, growing a lot of vegetables.
They weren't growing them to sell, just some for their own consumption.
