A week later was the assessment date set by Xu Hongzu. To successfully enter the institute and work there, it depended on whether I could pass the assessment.
So, in the following days, Qiao Jing carried around books on agriculture no matter where she went, studying them anytime and anywhere.
At first, Qiao Jing felt that this field's knowledge was quite unfamiliar.
But after flipping through one or two books, it was like she suddenly had an epiphany; she found the books very easy to understand, as if dusty memories had suddenly been awakened. There was no need to deliberately memorize them; they naturally became integrated.
At this moment, Qiao Jing was sitting at the desk in her room, with books she had read over the past few days stacked on the table—more than thirty to forty volumes.
She picked up one casually, flipping through it thoughtfully.
Why was she so knowledgeable about agriculture?
Could it be that before she lost her memory, she was engaged in agriculture?
