Thinking of this, Zhou Ying nodded and replied, "Understood."
"Oh right, if there's a harvest in your manor this summer, remember to set aside a portion."
"Ship it to the military camp?"
"Yes,"
When Zhou Ying heard his answer, she had mixed feelings.
Because she was sure that if the military camp weren't extremely short of food, he would not ask her for this.
After all, there were only 120 acres of land in her manor that could be used to grow grain. How much grain could there be left?
After that, she looked around and made sure no one was around. She didn't hide anything and told him in a low voice how she had been growing the sweet potatoes and their production quantity.
"What did you just say?" Manager Liu looked at her in shock.
Seeing this, Zhou Ying smiled and had to repeat it.
"You're not joking?" Manager Liu's eyes widened.
"Do you think I would make such a joke in this situation?"
