Jiaojiao was listless, and her chubby head was gently stroked and rubbed by a slender hand, "There, there will be plenty more plants and succulents for you to plant in the future...."
"Oh, sure." Jiaojiao enjoyed the petting, but then suddenly stiffened her body, darted aside, and glared at her, "I won't be a farmer! I'm the son of the God of Heaven! And you're not allowed to touch or pet me, I'm not your average household cat in the mortal world! But how much can you sell these for? They're all young seedlings."
"The succulents are hard to rate due to their young age, but even seedlings can be sold for money. The main issue is that there currently isn't a market for them, not even in Lingxi Town or the city..."
