Now, the number of people working in Ling Feng's field and those watching amounted to nearly a hundred. After hearing the exchange between the two, everyone burst into laughter.
However, such banter was quite common in rural areas, and men and women telling risqué jokes to each other was a way to lighten the mood, so nobody took it seriously.
But Li Shiyun, having heard it, felt a bit uncomfortable and couldn't help but stealthily glare at Ling Feng.
Noticing her gaze, Ling Feng knew she was a bit upset, so he quickly shut up and didn't say any more.
The work of mixing the material and bagging it was about to begin. At this time, Old Du came over and asked, "Young man, are the mushroom spores ready? What kind of mushrooms are you going to plant?"
"They're not ready yet, but there's still time. I'm not planting ordinary mushrooms; you'll see what I mean in a while," Ling Feng replied.
