Cui Du lowered his head, the charcoal pencil dancing on the paper, producing a faint sound as it rubbed against the surface.
Jiang Shaohua waited patiently, not making a sound.
The study was quiet. This quietness wasn't tense in the slightest; it was particularly peaceful, even carrying a hint of warmth.
After a moment, Cui Du smiled and handed the paper to Jiang Shaohua. Jiang Shaohua looked down carefully and saw that the paper depicted various types of seedlings, different in height. These seedlings appeared lush and healthy, clearly well-cultivated.
Jiang Shaohua couldn't help but smile: "Before I left, you were selecting and cultivating seeds. Have you cultivated these new seedlings with higher yields?"
Cui Du first shook his head, then nodded. Finding it difficult to express clearly, he finally said in a rough voice, "This is only the second batch of seed selection. To cultivate wheat and millet seeds with high yields, further experimentation is needed."
