Estudante de Academia Militar, mas Obcecado por Agricultura

The weather in May was just perfect. The evening sunlight, neither too cold nor too warm, gently bathed the old, dilapidated neighborhood, casting a soft, comfortable glow over it. The buildings in Heqing Complex stood very close to one another; with numerous unauthorized constructions, the balconies faced each other directly.

The only main road was narrow, and at a fork, something had taken over—not residents, but a gigantic four-leaf clover, sprawling and shading the area like a massive umbrella.

Four-leaf clovers were common enough, typically only thumb-sized. Yet this one towered two meters tall, its enormous four leaves spread wide, dominating the entire space. Its slender stem was as tough as iron—one swing of an axe could only produce a hollow sound.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A skinny young woman was swinging an axe repeatedly at the colossal clover.

She looked about seventeen or eighteen, her body lean and frail from years of malnutrition, her face obscured by tangled black hair. Sweat dripped down her cheeks, trickled along her neck, and soaked the collar of her clothes.

Passersby murmured, "She’s still chopping? How long has she been at it?"

"At least two hours, I’d say."

"That clover hasn’t even a scratch!"

"Well, it’s a mutated plant. Though it’s not aggressive, it’s not something an ordinary person can chop through."

This giant four-leaf clover had appeared just a month ago.

At first, residents were anxious, fearing it might be hostile. Officials came with instr