Zhou SiLang was stunned and asked, "Where did you get so many ginger seeds?"
He didn't remember the family leaving her with that many ginger seeds.
"I've talked to my sister-in-law, and she agreed to give me more than half of the ginger buried underneath the vegetable garden, and Shanbao's flower beds also have quite a few," and some were purchased from the marketplace, but that portion Manbao was not going to mention. With a casual wave of her hand, she said, "Anyway, I have enough to plant."
Zhou Erlang listened and nodded repeatedly, "As long as you have a plan, that's fine."
He felt that even if the heavens were not kind this year and only the ginger seeds managed to survive, they could still be sold for a good amount of money. Zhou Erlang knew the value of ginger.
Moreover, the yield from an acre of ginger was not small, evident from the produce of Four's five or six parts of land last year.
