Qin Yiling looked around as she walked. A few days ago, she was only focused on admiring the scenery in the fields. Now, she was paying attention to the crops in the fields and suddenly realized a problem.
"Xiao Yun, don't you grow food here in winter?”
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyun's face was filled with surprise and doubt. " Can we grow food in winter?”
Qin Yiling asked tentatively, " Do you grow wheat here?”
"Wheats, plant them! But wasn't wheat sown in spring and harvested in autumn? It was already winter, how could they grow wheat?”
Although Zhang Xiaoyun was only ten years old, she still knew a little about the planting situation in the village. Every year, when the farm was busy, she would follow her grandmother to help.
It was impossible for her not to know about such an important food like wheat.
Qin Yiling immediately caught the main point. " You mean you only plant wheat here in spring? It's never been planted in winter?"
It shouldn't be!
