Early the next morning, the four Red Crane girls noticed that Lu Zheng's steps were somewhat unsteady.
"Have all the people been sent down the mountain?" Si Lingxi interrupted the attention of the four girls.
"Yes, they have been sent down. The more than twenty leaders who started farming three crops this year had a quarrel over the farmers," Bai Yuan replied with a chuckle.
Si Lingxi nodded, "Pay attention to this matter. If there's a bumper harvest next year, distribute the seeds of the crops to other tribes.
Also, remind those skilled in farming that these seeds may not be of the best quality, and let them choose the best ones while striving to cultivate seeds suitable for planting in Phoenix Mountain."
"Understood!" The four Red Crane girls chorused their orders.
Si Lingxi nodded, finished instructing them, and then helped Lu Zheng, and the two of them soared into the sky.
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"These high-yield crop seeds are probably related to Young Master Lu, right?"
