A month later, one morning.
At Low Mountain courtyard.
Chen Mu had just finished inspecting the twenty mu of Yellow Bud Rice Fields and returned.
Crouching beneath the west wall, he started to pack up the tube eggplants one by one.
With the experience from last time, sixty seeds had been successfully raised and fifty-two plants transplanted.
Currently they were as tall as a forearm and the palm-wide, verdant leaves were thick and full.
Without any surprises, this cultivation would definitely be a grand harvest.
After watering, he casually glanced over at the six siblings from Wu Mountain.
He discovered they were still at home cultivating in peace and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"As long as they don't meddle in others' affairs, all is good."
After observing them for over a month, he unexpectedly found that these six infamous brutes were actually a bunch of cultivation fanatics.
