Wu Xiucai glanced at the lush Soothing Grass on the bedside cabinet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was covered in a smile.
He suspected his little granddaughter must have had some sort of serendipitous encounter.
The old man laughed silently, mulling over the idea of giving a pot of the plant to a few old friends on an opportune occasion—they had all exhausted themselves and neglected sleep and rest for the prosperity and development of the country.
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Upon arriving in Xichuan, Qiao Qingyu started getting busy.
Spring plowing was about to begin, and there were too many tasks to handle. Then Fang Xiaomei and Wang Laogen officially began working.
They each received a pass; Fang Xiaomei wore hers around her neck, striding with an air of purpose.
Two offices were cleared next to the Zone 5 Original Seed Laboratory—one for Wang Laogen and another for Fang Xiaomei to use as a financial office.