Liu Yang's arguments made a lot of sense, and suddenly everyone was at a loss for words.
But there was another problem.
"But a single bucket of manure really can't do much, can it?" Even if it's just one bucket every two months.
"Why can't it do much?" The village chief knocked on the table, drawing everyone's attention: "One bucket every two months can't water all the crops, but watering dozens of plants shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"I say, everyone should select a small piece of crop and specifically use the manure from Little Jiang's family to water it. When they grow and harvest, keep the harvest from that small piece as seeds!"
Liu Yang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, the village chief is right, just like those vegetable seeds!"
