As he was observing the growth of the entire sugarcane field, Qi Lin had just brought out his notepad to jot down the need for hilling in May and June when he suddenly became unsure: "Is the wind on the river strong in summer?"
Uh, this.
Song Tan asked him, "What's your definition of strong wind?"
Qi Lin pointed to the reed bed not far away: "When the wind blows, can it knock those reeds down?"
"No, it can't."
Song Tan assured, "When it was chosen, didn't Professor Song say the area was lush with aquatic plants? Even the gentle wind from the cliffs over there does not have much force."
Qi Lin was relieved: "Growing sugarcane in a typhoon area by June requires staking, or else they may fall over. Since there's not much wind here, and they're growing well, we can skip this step."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people turned the corner near the other reed bed. Yan Ran curiously glanced for a second and then withdrew her gaze—
