In the end, Fan Zijin had to fork out money to buy his corn because Qi Haoran really didn't have a single cent left.
Such seeds were naturally useless for the two of them, so Mu Yangling took over and said to the two of them seriously, "Actually, corn is truly a high-yielding crop that can grow in the drylands, and doesn't need to be served more meticulously than wheat. When I go back, I'll plant it in the remaining 20-odd acres of low-grade land in the south." Mu Yangling touched the sack and sighed slightly. "Although I don't like to eat corn, I can't deny that what Shizong said makes sense. Now that it's a chaotic world, who knows if the heavens will come out and interfere? Therefore, it's still better to have an additional life-saving item."
Mu Yangling pinched the corn and said in the end, "I prefer to call it maize. Sounds more unpalatable and cheaper."
This time, even Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin could sense the deep displeasure in her tone.
