Mu Yangling opened the sack to take a look and rubbed the light brown seeds. She asked, "Are these grass seeds?"
Fan Zijin nodded. "These are enough for you to plant 60 acres of land. Take them back."
Mu Yangling asked hesitantly, "How does one plant this? Can you just sprinkle them?"
"…" Fan Zijin looked at her seriously. "Do you think I'll know?"
"… Then I'll just scatter it casually. Anyway, it's grass. It's going to grow no matter what, right?"
Fan Zijin thought for a moment and said, "Grass can be seen everywhere. Even if it's trampled, it can grow well. So I guess you can just sprinkle the seeds casually."
Seeing that he thought the same way, Mu Yangling was instantly relieved. She carried the seeds and was about to leave. When she reached the door, she turned around and asked, "Where did Qi Haoran and my father go?"
Fan Zijin frowned. "This is a military secret. It's not your place to ask."
