Du Yue did not dare to think too deeply. If that was really the case, then she would probably die again. Putting everything else aside, there was the matter of the crops in the small courtyard. Even if the improved varieties had stronger vitality than ordinary ones, could they really be harvested if the sandstorm continued like this?
Although Yu Xinya had been avoiding talking about the crops for the past few days, Du Yue knew that she must be worried. Thinking of the crops, Du Yue could not help but think of the food problem. She quickly found the walkie-talkie. "Sister Yu, are you going out to buy movable boards today?"
"Yes, why? Is there anything you want to buy?"
"No, but after you buy the movable boards, you'd better go buy some food.
"I don't know when this sandstorm will end. If it affects the normal growth of crops, the price of food in the base will definitely soar."
