"That should be enough."
Bai Yi uploaded all the freshly dug potatoes to the market and looked at Zhan Er, who had taken on the digging task out of curiosity.
"What, curious?"
Zhan Er's face was full of confusion. She couldn't understand why her mistress had said earlier that these potatoes would be an important weapon.
The potatoes seemed so ordinary. Although, like the rice, their reproduction speed was astonishing, this had become quite normal for her.
What could these potatoes possibly do?
Could they be used to smash people?
"Mistress, how can these potatoes be used as a weapon? Aren't they just like ordinary potatoes?"
Bai Yi chuckled softly, glancing at the potato sprouts that had somehow buried themselves back into the ground.
"Of course, right now they seem unremarkable, or rather, I hope they remain inconspicuous, ideally completely unnoticed.
As for being a weapon, have you heard of bombs?
