Chu Yuhao smiled and waved his hand. "Jiahe, don't learn from those wily old foxes. They only know how to flatter me all day. No one in Great Yong knows about sweet potatoes. Without Madam Li's discerning eyes, I'm afraid sweet potatoes are still raised as flowers."
Hearing Chu Yuhao praise Li Yu, Zhou Jia was also very happy. "Madam is lucky."
Chu Yuhao smiled and glanced at Zhou Jia. "Jiahe is also very lucky."
"You're right." Zhou Jia glanced at Li Yu, who was picking up the sweet potatoes behind him, and smiled proudly.
Chu Yuhao asked Li Yu, who was picking up the sweet potatoes behind him, "Madam Li, after you finish digging the spring sweet potatoes, when will you start digging the winter sweet potatoes?"
Li Yu smiled and said, "We can dig up winter sweet potatoes in two months. The yield of winter sweet potatoes is a little worse than spring sweet potatoes."
