Manager Zhao nodded dumbly: "I've heard of that!"
A wheat field with a yield of a thousand pounds per acre! The news had spread all over the region, and everyone was flocking to it. He had also followed the crowd, drooling over the sight of the heavy wheat grains on the wheat spikes.
"Now I am the owner of Caili Farm, and only when you have a good harvest can I collect rent. How could I be harmful to you?" asked Wei Ruo.
Manager Zhao shook his head continuously.
Though he seemed fierce, his reactions were rather simple-minded.
"Then follow my arrangements and instructions. Pull out the remaining seedlings and replant new varieties of rice, just like those wheat crops before, high yielding and likely to survive."
Manager Zhao nodded.
Wei Ruo continued, "Alright, don't dawdle. Communicate my words to the farmers, along with the promise I just made. Explain it well, if there is anyone that doesn't understand, bring them to see me."
