"Are these the terraces?" Wen Daoji exclaimed first and then examined the terraces in front of him with a look of astonishment. "Can crops really be grown here?" These winding terraces didn't look like fields at all. Moreover, these so-called terraces had no water. They were more like dry land rather than fields.
"If His Highness says they can be planted, then they certainly can." Tong Xi had blind faith in his lord. He believed that anything Zhao Yao made was bound to be powerful and useful.
Wen Daoji was somewhat knowledgeable about farming, having personally worked the fields and planted grains before. He really couldn't see how these dry lands on the hillside could grow rice.
Zhao Yao was still talking with the old farmer, and Wen Daoji and the others didn't want to interrupt, so they stood aside with Tong Xi and waited.
