Mu Yangling sized up the person kneeling on the ground and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Xi Le, and I'm a tenant farmer of Gentry Wei." Xi Le gritted his teeth as he knelt on the ground uneasily. "I have something to report."
"Get up and talk." Mu Yangling softened her expression and asked, "What do you have to say?"
Xi Le hesitated for a moment, then took out a paper bag from his wet arms and handed it to Mu Yangling respectfully.
When Xiao Ting received the paper bag and opened it, he was stunned by what he saw. There was a small handful of two-inch-long grain seedlings inside.
However, Mu Yangling quickly took the paper bag and looked at it carefully under the oil lamp. After a while, she asked, "This is the grain seedling of Dry Rice No. 1. Gentry Wei seems to have bought enough seeds from our grain store to plant on 50 acres of land."
