"It's true, I wouldn't dare deceive about this matter. If you doubt me, father, I can experiment with a small plot of land first. If it succeeds, we can then move on to large-scale cultivation."
After answering, Wei Ruo looked at Wei Mingting, unsure of his attitude.
Wei Mingting's expression was severe, his tone stern: "Ruoruo, do you understand what it means being able to plant crops on salty land?"
"I understand. Father, I visited the north of the city a few days ago and saw many farmers and fishermen turned beggars. They were emaciated, starving. This is because Xingshan County has been facing a shortfall in grain production for years due to poor and limited arable land."
