"It should be all right. I've heard that although Tabei Prefecture is cold, the soil is good, even better than ours, not bad at all."
Qi Zheng spoke reassuring words to his wife, but his heart was also anxiously uneasy.
On the other hand, Yi Meng overheard and said with a smile, "Dad, Mom, actually, even in winter, you can tell if the soil is fertile."
The elder couple immediately looked at Yi Meng.
Yi Meng pointed to a hoe lying across the doorway: "Later, let Brother Jin clear away the snow. If you can see the color of the soil, that's best; if you really can't, let's see how much wild grass there is."
"Think about it, if there's a lot of wild grass growing well, then the soil's fertility can't be bad. If it's barren land, even wild grass wouldn't want to grow on it!"
Speaking of farming, Yi Meng wasn't as experienced as the family, but it didn't stop her from finding some half-baked logic to comfort the two elders.
