efficient!

Jiang Chan's spirits lifted, and she immediately sprayed the other mother plants infested with insects with lime slurry. The effect was immediate! The insects that were sprayed reacted violently, falling to the ground and struggling to die. The insects that weren't sprayed seemed to sense the threat and quickly crawled away, hiding deep within the plants or in the cracks of the soil.

The crisis is temporarily over!

Jiang Chan leaned against the edge of the field, panting heavily. Sweat streamed down her forehead, mixing with the lime powder she had just picked up, leaving white streaks on her face. She looked at the mother plant, which had been gnawed to pieces but had at least survived, and then at the dead iron beetles on the ground, letting out a long sigh.

Although the mother plant is damaged, as long as the roots are intact, it can still survive! It can still be propagated!

Under Jiang Chan's "traditional methods," the dew-covered grass in the experimental field grew better day by day. The yellow soil mixed with compost changed from a dry, light yellow to a slightly oily, dark brown, and became much softer to the touch.

After spraying with lime slurry to repel insects, the newly grown leaves were plump, green, and glossy, almost half a head taller than the untreated condensation grass next to them! The stems were also thicker and looked sturdier.

This patch of green stands out like a crane among chickens in a field of withered, yellow, and thin dew-covered grass; it's hard not to notice it.

That afternoon, Jiang Chan was squatting in the field, carefully loosening the soil around the base of a particularly thriving Dewdrop Grass plant with a small piece of wood. A hesitant voice sounded beside her:

"Bai...Junior Sister Bai?"

Jiang Chan looked up.

It was Wang Laoqi, who was in charge of the adjacent "Bing 72" medicinal field, and was also in the "Bing" area.

Wang Laoqi was a middle-aged man with dark skin and a face full of wrinkles, clearly someone who had spent his life toiling in the fields. He rubbed his rough hands together, his eyes a little uneasy, yet he couldn't help but keep glancing at the few particularly lush Dewdrop Grass plants in Jiang Chan's field.