The New Year was approaching.
This year, Xu Yang had made quite a bit of money.
Some came from the mountain goods he had harvested, such as ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, and musk.
Some came from system rewards, such as tricycles, tractors, and an Audi A6.
And then there was the profit earned from selling the crops.
Now, his savings had also reached over eight hundred thousand.
This income was surely high-income status in the village.
It was only surpassed by the village chief's family; otherwise, he would have been the wealthiest in the village.
This was just the beginning.
Xu Yang hoped his farm could grow even bigger and become more lively.
As the New Year neared, lanterns were lit up at night on the farm.
The red light was soft and festive.
If firecrackers sounded occasionally from the direction of the village, the dogs didn't like it and would run back into the house, scared.
The Sika Deer did the same.