Having regained his fighting spirit, Qi Haoran had a good night's sleep. However, Mu Yangling could not fall asleep.
She propped her chin on her hand and sat at the door of her house, looking at the fields outside in a daze. Of course, repairing water conservancy facilities was only beneficial to future generations, but what about the people at this time?
Now that everyone had to build houses, build camps, train, and farm, how could they have the time to repair the water conservancy facilities?
At this moment, Mu Yangling was no longer very insistent on her idea. She was not an architect, and she didn't have any practical experience in terms of farming.
When Mu Shi returned tiredly with his bag, he saw his daughter's conflicted expression.
His daughter was forthright and cheerful, and was never one to take things too hard. What was going on?
