When the supervisor, Old Zhu, spoke, Family Head Chi Zhong's palm clenched tightly onto the armchair, always feeling as if the armrest might crack into pieces the next second.
"How many pounds did you say?"
Lowering his head, Supervisor Old Zhu clearly repeated, "Around a thousand pounds."
Chi Zhong, sitting down, remained silent for quite some time. Just as Supervisor Old Zhu was about to lift his head to check, he heard the booming laughter of the Chi Family Patriarch.
"Good! Very good!"
Watching the suddenly overjoyed Family Head, Supervisor Old Zhu grew a bit worried—had the Family Head… been overstimulated?
"Old Zhu, you've been a supervisor for so many years, don't you know about saving seeds?"
Seeds?
Supervisor Old Zhu also abruptly realized, right!
They could save seeds.
"Family Head, I'll take care of it right away, hurry the harvest, propagate the seedlings, and plant the next batch."
"Good, go handle it."
