When the Drone Meets the Soil
Sunday, January 25, 2026
At sunrise, the fields are quiet. In the countryside outside Chengdu, a thin layer of mist still clings to the soil. A farmer kneels beside the rice paddies, rubbing the earth between his fingers. He does this every morning, as his father did and his grandfather before him. The soil tells him things no screen ever could — how much water it holds, how tired it feels, how ready it is.
