Song Sancheng still felt a bit sorry for the milk vetch, "Are we in such a hurry? If we don't turn it over and let it dry out, won't the milk vetch sprout again in the field? And won't we have to pull it out?"
"And isn't it in full bloom right now? I see the bees buzzing around so happily. I don't even know how much honey they've made. Even if we can't sell the greens, it's still good for the bees to have them."
Cherishing anything that can be put into one's mouth is the natural instinct of a farmer. Song Tan wasn't in a hurry either, so she slowly persuaded:
"It's alright, Dad, I'm planning to plant water spinach, green onions, ginger, and garlic in that plot. If we plant now, we'll be able to start harvesting in a month. When we have time, we can weed a bit… Let's focus on making money first!"
The spiritual energy acting on the new crops made them stronger and better at absorbing nutrients, which naturally left no room for the weeds to grow.
