The only thing that wasn't clarified was, why were such letters printed on the bottom of the bottle?
Maybe she was overthinking it, there was no meaning to it, it was just a letter after all.
Qiao Qingyu was as busy as He Xiuyu.
Spring plowing had already started, and thankfully, it was the second year in Xichuan, so many of the planting plans were going very well. No matter what kind of seeds she had in her hands now, there was no worry about not being able to sell them.
So now it was just a matter of quantity.
She had contacted a batch of Barley Grass Seeds from the Mobei Prairie again, in addition to those she harvested last year, although she handed over last year's harvested Barley Grass Seeds to Professor Feng.
The seeds she obtained from the Mobei Prairie were still cultivated by her.
At the same time, she also tested the effectiveness of plowing machines and seeders.
Qiao Qingyu had made over a hundred thousand yuan from selling corn seeds.
