When he arrived, his garden greeted him with rows of thriving green plants. His shoulders sagged in relief. From the looks of it, the potatoes were ready to be harvested.
Rolling up his sleeves, Jianyu grabbed his tools and got to work. Carefully, he dug into the soil, his hands working with practiced precision to uncover the hidden treasures beneath.
The first potato he pulled up was large, round, and perfectly golden. A grin spread across his face as he held it up to inspect it. "Not bad," he muttered.
Hours passed as he moved through the rows, filling the ground with the fruits of his labor. The rhythmic work was oddly satisfying, each successful pull a reminder of why he'd put so much effort into this garden in the first place.
After a few hours, Jianyu leaned against the main magical tree, wiping the dirt from his hands and face. Piles of potatoes sat messily beside him.