I thought you were going to…
The soft morning sunlight gently spread across the land.
Before long, Timothy had neatly dug a series of small holes in the barren soil.
Although this little plot had been abandoned for quite some time, the soil quality was surprisingly good.
So, after a bit of hard work clearing the weeds, the land was now ready for planting.
Timothy reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of translucent green seeds.
Following the rule of placing three or four seeds in each hole, he carefully dropped them in and covered them with a layer of soil.
This was the wisdom passed down by generations of farmers.
Not every seed would sprout, but by planting three or four in each hole, you could pretty much guarantee at least one seedling would grow strong.
As the holes were gradually filled in, the mounds of soil formed neat, uniform rows.
Beneath the earth lay the seeds, with the soft sunlight gently shining down on them.