Yang Heshu looked at them skeptically, "You can still sell to outsiders?"
He didn't believe that with Old Master Bai around, they could sell the new wheat variety to others.
The three of them looked up at Yang Heshu and laughed sheepishly.
Yang Heshu: ...
The three children were starting to get restless, too.
Yang Heshu wanted to take a look at their fields, and Manbao, checking the position of the sun, said it was fine.
So the three of them led Yang Heshu to see their small farm.
Having planned to plant winter wheat early on, their little farm was not idle at this time.
Manor Head Bai was leading three laborers to plow the fields that were to be sown with winter wheat. Yang Heshu, with his hands clasped behind his back, walked around the field and asked, "Seeing as your new wheat variety is so good, why don't the villagers join you in planting winter wheat?"
"Because they're not short of food now."
Yang Heshu looked at the three children, "Are you lacking?"
