Spring is here, everything is waking up, and it's the season for animals to reproduce.
Day by day, the snow on the grassland has melted away.
March arrived quietly, and the farm started to become busy.
In the morning, Jiang Feng brought Yang Maolin and Hadan into the sheep pen.
The pen was packed with sheep crowded together.
Black-headed ones, white-headed ones, all gathered together with hardly any empty space.
The drone hovered in the sky, capturing this scene from above.
Jiang Feng, with a hint of joy in his expression, said to the viewers:
"The spring lambs have started to drop, today I'll show you the joy of gathering spring lambs."
"For sheep farmers, this time of year is the happiest, even more joyful than the autumn harvest."
As he spoke, Jiang Feng opened the pen's gate and walked in.
As soon as he entered, the flock moved toward the sides.
Jiang Feng seemed to be searching for something as he continued walking.
As he moved forward, the flock quickly scattered.
