"Xinyu, do you know how to save seeds from these mountain yams?" Wang Jianqiang asked while smoking.
"Uncle, I don't know either, but these things grow on their own. I think next year we can come and directly plant the mountain yam stalks." Jiang Xinyu and Wang Ailing were picking mountain yam beans.
"Alright, shall we try it next year?"
"Why don't we save seeds now?"
"Sis, in this disaster year, if discovered, we can't keep them. It's safer for us to come and work hard next year to plant them."
"I hadn't really thought of that." Almost two hours later, Sun Ermei came over carrying a basket. The three of them were the first batch again.
Today, Jiang Xinyu and Ailing got smart and quickly picked up branches while it was still daylight, to avoid suffering at night.
"Sis, I'm going to take a look nearby. You keep picking."
"Okay, don't go too far."
Jiang Xinyu walked up the mountain and really found a pepper tree, "Sis, bring a bag over here, there's peppers. Let's pick some."
