After speaking,
Old Liu gathered everyone to head over to Zhang Feng.
At the same time,
Zhang Feng and Dr. Wu were walking in the mountains, smelling the fragrance of flowers and grass mixed with the damp odor of animal droppings.
Most of the unpleasant smell was coming from the base at the back.
This plot of land was very fertile.
"How is it?" Zhang Feng asked as he practiced his inner strength, glancing at the contemplative Dr. Wu, "You've learned on the road and spent a few days at the plantation base.
Has it helped you?"
"I need to digest it," Dr. Wu said, taking a notebook from his pocket, "Mr. Zhang, I've noted everything down and marked some parts I didn't understand.
If you have time, could you take a look and guide me?"
"Sure," Zhang Feng replied, taking his notebook and flipping through the pages one by one.
After flipping through for a while, Zhang Feng reached out to him, "There are quite a few mistakes. Do you have a pen?"
"I brought one."
"I did!"
