"Boss Wu, what do we do now?"
Deng Qingmiao's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the ravaged vegetable field, his mind in turmoil.
After Wu Xiaoshan had confirmed that the damage was done by mice, he also pondered how to solve the problem.
Although the situation was somewhat unusual, he knew he had to find a solution to this trouble immediately.
Because of the snow, Wu Xiaoshan could easily track the source of the mice, but even if he did find it, what then? Could he really kill all these mice?
"Let's clean up the vegetable field first and assess the damage,"
Wu Xiaoshan instructed Deng Qingmiao with a frown.
It was too late to replant now, and the weather was also not favorable.
After giving instructions to Deng Qingmiao, Wu Xiaoshan then saw Long Hua and a few others walking towards them.
"Long Hua, how did it go on your side?"
