Zhao Hai pointed at the top of the patriarch grass and said to everyone, " "Did you see that? The most important point of this pasture was that they reproduced by seeds. They could bear seeds 4 - 5 times a year, 20 - 20 seeds each time. As for the dead pastures, their roots would stay in the grasses. When it rained the next year, their old roots would rot while new pastures would grow. In this way, their old roots could slowly improve the soil quality in the desert and gradually adapt to the environment of plants. I believe that it won't take long for the desert to become better than the plains."
The fire Phoenix and the others listened to Zhao Hai's words quietly. They held the bottle trees and the grass in Zhao Hai's hand. They had never thought that Zhao Hai's research could reach such a level of success. It was too shocking.