"Cluck cluck, no worries, let Xiaobao rest for a bit, I can handle it!" Zhou Cuihua said cheerfully to Zhang Ling and Li Xiaobao.
Previously, Zhou Cuihua had already inquired in detail about the precautions for planting ginseng from Wu Fengqing, and with a morning's experiments, she had become very proficient.
"Xiaobao, what are you doing?"
"Exactly! Why are you fiddling with something other than planting crops in the field?"
Li Detian, Luo Guiying, and Zhou Cuihua continued planting seeds in the field, and as the morning progressed, villagers gathered around, starting to discuss among themselves.
"I was just thinking that solely planting rice isn't economically beneficial, so I wanted to try planting some ginseng!" Li Xiaobao stood at the edge of the field like a leader, very proud of himself.
"Ginseng?"
"Xiaobao, I heard that stuff is hard to grow, can you manage it?"
The surrounding villagers looked at Li Xiaobao with concern.