Song Enzhi and Song Enyu, "..."
They couldn't describe their feelings.
Happy?
A bit.
After all, they had found a way to keep the high-quality seedlings alive.
But this method...
It wasn't very reliable.
The seedlings were still small, and soaking the seeds in water could prolong their life, but what about when the plants grew bigger?
Meng Chuyue was aware of their concerns and said, "A hundred jin of high-quality fruits will be sent over soon, and if nothing goes wrong, we will continue to receive more. Then, we can try using the fruit juice to irrigate the seedlings..."
Song Enzhi and her sister, "..."
That was a good idea, but it still seemed mysterious.
Song Enzhi's mind was more flexible.
No, it should be said that her mind was used for honest paths, unlike Song Enyu, who was adept in scheming. She immediately came up with an idea, "Chuyue, Enyu, do you think it would work if we use juice from the medicine field's fruits to irrigate the seedlings?"
