With an idea in mind, Ning Yue happily brought the two of them to the plantation ground. "Come, Grandmother, Auntie, I'll bring you here to get to know the land."
Ning Yue pointed at the mud under her feet. "The land here is one of the more fertile areas in Laifu Village."
"Why is the land fertile?" the empress dowager asked Ning Yue.
"Mother, this soil is black. It's obvious that it's very fertile. Think about it. Is the soil in the imperial garden black? Are the flowers growing from the soil in the imperial garden bigger than elsewhere?" Xin Xin asked the Empress Dowager.
The empress dowager nodded as if she understood. She didn't understand either. In any case, Ning Yue said that black soil was good, so she would believe it.
"What should we do if the land isn't so fertile? What happens after we choose the land?" The Empress Dowager asked two questions in a row.
