"Chop it with a hammer." Cao Xiu touched his nose, "You continue to serve the potatoes. You are doing a good job of watering them. Today we will weed and catch insects. Take good care of them."

"What about you?"

"Me? I take a nap."

"..."

"..."

Wang Jian gritted his teeth, "If this potato is really important, why would you eat it? I think you said that deliberately, just to torment me!"

"You are wrong."

"What?"

"Guess how much potatoes can be produced per acre?"

"Is it possible that there are twenty stones?"

Wang Jian didn't care and said with a smile.

"Twenty stones is not enough."

"What's the use?"

"It's only fifty stones."

"Oh, it's only fifty stones!"

After Wang Jian finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Chapter completed!