Fang Jie answered honestly:
"The entire morning passed, and only then did I gain something."
"Then how did you tell these people about the matters of Nong Yue Villa?"
"Hmm... At the beginning, I wrote about the matters of Nong Yue Villa in a letter and asked Uncle Chen to help deliver it to them."
When Fang Jie mentioned this, his brows slightly furrowed:
"But just after sending out one letter, I found this method was not feasible."
Su Mo paused, picked up the letter, blew the ink dry, folded it, and put it into a bamboo tube.
Fang Jie noticed that there were already three bamboo tubes on Su Mo's table.
This was the fourth one.
Just as he was considering who the letters within these bamboo tubes were for, he heard Su Mo ask:
"Why is it not feasible?"
"...Because that person is illiterate."
Fang Jie gave a bitter smile.
Su Mo was taken aback:
"This plan doesn't work, what did you do next?"
