The Military Department must have been desperate for resources. Inside the planting zone, every time Gu Xi planted a batch of crops, someone would bring over a large barrel of highly concentrated nutrient solution.
They were clearly trying to fleece this one sheep for all she was worth.
Gu Xi was speechless. 'I'm more than capable, but this patch of land won't allow it.'
If they kept pouring this nutrient solution on, she was afraid the next batch of sweet potatoes she grew would reek of it.
Gu Xi shuddered at the thought.
So, after completing the first batch of crops stipulated in their agreement, she firmly waved them away.
The staff member approaching with another large barrel could only give up, a look of regret on his face.
Gu Xi was about to leave the outdoor planting zone when, to her surprise, she looked up and saw Li Ming.
"Xiaoxi." In the distance, Li Ming sat in a wheelchair, beaming as he beckoned to her. "Come here."
