Gong Tao was busy as ever in the pit, checking the sprouting levels of the chives, "It's just a bit difficult without sunlight."
The area is large, and the temperature is right, but unfortunately, there's no sunlight, making it difficult for the seeds to sprout.
"There's no choice, if we don't plant here, where else can we plant? But once they sprout, there's nothing to worry about," Zhao Gang said helplessly.
After all, no matter how capable he is, he's not an old hand at farming. Whatever little experience he has now comes from quietly experimenting over a long time.
Zhao Gang took a pipe out of his pocket and filled it with some tobacco, "Finally, a place to smoke. Want some?"
"The smell is too strong, smoke less. If Zhan Jing smells it, it'll be troublesome." Meanwhile, Gong Tao moves slightly away from Zhao Gang.
His wife may not mind him smoking, but his daughter does. Last time he took just a couple of puffs, and his daughter was thoroughly displeased.
