"I see." The father and son exchanged glances, already guessing the reason for the visit at this time.
The family harvested over nineteen thousand catties of sweet potatoes and potatoes combined, and Old Hua indeed planned to sell some.
It wasn't to make money but to help more people. If the granddaughter's dream came true, there would still be a few months left, enough time to plant one last crop. With these, at least people could get through a period and not start right in hell mode, as he heard from his granddaughter. This sentiment felt particularly apt.
"If the old man remembers correctly, didn't your estate also plant some?" With the Luo family's capabilities, who knows how many estates they have; they shouldn't be short of food.
