Chu Heng stood beside her, holding the umbrella, while Lu Chuan arranged for the carriage to be taken away.
"Is everything going smoothly on Xie Yu's side?" Ye Muyu asked.
"Hmm, it's deep winter now, and spring is just over a month away. All sorts of grains are starting to be planted. He is probably very busy. There's also a need to plant trees, but there aren't many trees left, so they can only start with saplings. I'm afraid it might be too late."
"If it's too late, then we can only start stockpiling grain." Ye Muyu frowned, knowing the terrain issues in the counties below, which were usually affected by river water. This year, it had also snowed, and once the snow melted, there would probably still be impacts.
"Stockpiling grain isn't such an easy task," Chu Heng sighed softly, not wanting to spoil Ye Muyu's good mood, and decided not to bring it up again.
Ye Muyu reached out and patted the back of his hand: "Ah Heng, have you forgotten about the high-yield rice species?"