Evelyn Ford filled half a bucket with cold water, tossed the whip in, and then added some soap pods to let it soak. Soaking the blood-stained whip for two hours would not only clean off the blood but also make it more pliable.
It was 4:30 in the afternoon when Taylor Vance and Zion Lowell rode over on a tricycle. In the back was a large pot of herbal tea, along with some fruit and cold noodles. Evelyn Ford washed her hands, planning to go have a bowl of herbal tea to cool down from the heat.
"Is the base planning to plant crops soon? On my way back just now, I saw over a dozen trucks hauling manure toward the farmland."
"We've already cleared twenty to thirty acres. Mr. Chase said the land is too barren, so we need to spread some fertilizer. Once that's done, the plan is to plant cassava, sweet potatoes, and potatoes."
"Those three crops aren't picky about their growing conditions. We should plant plenty of them."
