Zhao Hai looked at Yu Jinglin's expression and smiled. &Quot; "The city Lord is too polite. The mountain beans we planted this time are growing very well and are not sick. We were just going around to take a look and didn't do anything. The city Lord doesn't need to be so polite."
However, Yu Jinglin shook his head. &Quot; no, I've already heard that without you, those mountain beans wouldn't have grown so well. You deserve this big gift. &Quot;
Zhao Hai smiled. &Quot; city Lord, now is not the time to talk about this. The mountain beans have been planted for a month and will ripen in about two months. When they are harvested, we can plant another season. But has city Lord thought about it? After these mountain beans were collected, how many places would they need to store them? If they're not stored properly, the potatoes will go bad very quickly. At that time, we'll have to watch helplessly as these mountain beans are thrown away for nothing."
