Vice Minister Hong massaged his temples and went to find Zhao Baizhou.
"Mingshuang has gone to tend to her acre of farmland. I heard she's thinning out the seedlings. While they say this helps the young plants grow, shouldn't we at least try to keep a few more?" Vice Minister Hong said. In truth, he knew little about farming; his knowledge was mostly theoretical.
Although Zhao Baizhou had never farmed himself, he had grown up in the countryside and understood these things slightly better than Vice Minister Hong. Hearing this, he merely smiled and said, "Mingshuang has her own ideas. She enjoys tinkering, so just let her be. Whatever yield we lose from that acre, I will compensate you for it at the end of the year."
"What nonsense are you sprouting? Do I look like I care about the yield of one acre? I'm just curious to see what can actually grow in that field!" Vice Minister Hong scowled, his voice turning cold.
