By evening.
Qin Lin was sitting in front of the computer at the bar counter and preparing the proposal for the support fund when Chen Dabei ran in with beads of sweat on his forehead. He reported, "Boss, the artificial field you asked me to dig has been dug up and fertilized!"
Puzzled, Lin Fen asked, "Xiao Lin, what are you doing turning over the fields?"
"I want to cultivate some rice seedlings," Qin Lin explained with a smile. He took out the Xiangshui Tribute Rice seeds he had brought out from the game from under the bar and a book called "Detailed Explanations of Cultivation of Rice Seeds".
The seeds were already soaked and disinfected. After all, this was not a game. In reality, rice had to be disinfected before being planted.
Lin Fen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Child, what month is it now? Why are you still cultivating rice seedlings? Your generation hasn't been in the field before. You don't even know common sense."
