Governor Mansion.
Tang Wanju sat in the hall issuing orders, methodically distributing and handling everything that Great Zhou and Zhao Changhe had discussed earlier.
Zhao Changhe squatted on the side, hugging a basin, only eating his meal.
Subconsciously, his mind was also learning...
There were indeed things he didn't understand and couldn't make ignorant comments about.
For example, the matter of whether or not to continue plowing... As a modern college student, he thought he knew a bit about everything, but when it came down to it, Zhao Changhe didn't even know how to specifically talk about the timing of cultivation. It was February now, and having missed the right time, was there still a point in starting to plow at this moment? If it was possible to rectify the situation, would government help be needed? This was a lack of knowledge.
