Qiao Qingyu had already considered that even if there was a disaster, she could no longer take out any more seeds.
He Xiuyu spoke lightly, "On my way back, I passed by your barren land and got out of the car to check. The thousand silk hemp that sprouted was basically unaffected, and the losses for those that didn't sprout were also small. The plant on the edge of the wasteland is Barley Grass, and it has already started to emerge..."
Qiao Qingyu stared at him in surprise, watching He Xiuyu intently.
He Xiuyu, on the other hand, was smiling at her.
Since returning from Shangpo Village, this was the first time the two had met, but Qiao Qingyu always felt that their relationship was no longer merely superficial.
There was a sense of reality.
Especially now.
She wasn't foolish, she naturally knew that He Xiuyu had specifically gone to inspect the three thousand eight hundred acres of wasteland.
Because of such news, Qiao Qingyu was very happy all morning.
