Qiao Qingyu pondered for a moment when she heard this. Wu Xiujie, what exactly does he intend to do?
There's no doubt that his actions are supposed to be welcomed and respected on this land.
Hence, she couldn't say anything.
However, Qiao Qingyu thought Lu Xiaopang's reaction was a bit odd; logically, he should be happy.
"Why do you seem worried?" Qiao Qingyu asked, puzzled.
"Now is not the time to say, but I suspect some of these poplars are going to be planted on the Barley Grassland," he frowned, "if that happens, the hard-grown grass will have to be removed."
Removing grass—what kind of logic is that?
Planting grass and planting trees have nothing to do with each other.
"Are you worried that the trees won't survive, and then the grass will also be removed, resulting in a loss greater than the gain?"
"Yes, I'm worried about that. The seeds of Barley Grass were hard to come by, and we have also invested a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources."
