After locking the door, Jiang Yue entered the space again.
The cumin that had been scattered on the yellow soil in the space had already grown into strong seedlings and could be planted elsewhere. Jiang Yue hurriedly began to pluck them.
After plucking this acre of land and resting for a while, she gathered more than enough.
Then, Jiang Yue set off again.
The plucked seedlings were neatly placed in the basket.
Because she had already decided to do this last month, she had long since secretly bought a lot of baskets with Xue Yan and put them in the space.
Jiang Yue only came out of the space after all the strong seedlings were pulled out and placed in the basket.
Everyone else in the house had gone to bed early, only Xue Yan's room was still lit up. Through the shadows scattered on the window, one could know that Xue Yan was sitting on the bed, holding a pen, and writing something.
