Cui Du is straightforward, all his thoughts plainly written on his face.
Jiang Shaohua felt a warmth in her heart and chuckled softly, "You did wonderfully, far exceeding my expectations tenfold or even a hundredfold."
Cui Du, delighted by the praise, humbly said, "It's nothing much. Did you perhaps come today because there's news from Commander Song?"
Jiang Shaohua chuckled and said, "Commander Song sent a letter; new grain seeds have been found and packed into three carts, currently on their way. Although they can't make it before the year's end, they should return around mid-January."
Cui Du beamed with joy, "That's wonderful. By then, the greenhouses will be fully built, just in time for cultivating sweet potatoes and corn. Next year, we'll be able to plant them all in the manor, and after the harvest, they can all be used as seeds. In another year, every county in Nanyang will be able to plant the new grains."
The scene depicted by Cui Du was truly beautiful.
