"Oh, this is hardly a promotion. I just heard you wanted to drill a well, but you didn't have the conditions to drill a deep well. Luckily, our county's geological bureau did, so we took over. We're all brother units. I'll just write a report later."

"Then thank you in advance, Director Wang. This new seed is an economic crop, and whether it can be grown depends a lot on the groundwater, which is why I want to drill a deep well."

Xu Milu explained, but didn't say too much. This was a large-scale trial planting of plants in the Journey to the West world. Although the small toon seed was only of the spirit grade, whether it could be successfully planted was still unknown.

"Xiao Xu, don't be so polite with me. Your contribution to the smooth implementation of our agricultural assistance program is evident to all. This spring, we distributed Ping Pong grape seedlings to impoverished households in mountainous areas according to the policy of one seedling per household. Every month, agronomists will hold regular lectures on grape cultivation and maintenance. By the end of the year, each household will be able to increase their income by at least 20,000 yuan. Don't underestimate these 20,000 yuan."

What Wang Manyi said was the truth:

"With this money, the lives of impoverished households will be much better, which was our original intention in promoting this plan."

"When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven." Xu Milu liked this saying before, and she still does now.

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At the agricultural university's experimental field, Hu Fangfang was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. Luckily, he was young, and his old-man's undershirt somehow made him look like he was wearing a basketball uniform.

Yang Shu, wearing a baseball cap, came over and, seeing the Flame Mandolin peppers sprouting tender shoots all over the ground, couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"Ah, this smells like money! My high school classmate who studied abroad told me that the price of Flame Pepper Fruit has skyrocketed on the black market. He video-chatted with me the other day and saw that our cafeteria sells them. He cried and told me he regretted going abroad. It cracked me up."

Hu Fangfang carefully weeded the chili seedlings, her face filled with fascination.

"How can there be such a magical plant in the world? Nature is so amazing. Could it be that spiritual energy is reviving?"

"If there is a spiritual revival, please make my computer come to life first and obediently write its own thesis."

Wu Han, sitting to the side typing his thesis, had two large dark circles under his eyes:

"Our supervisor almost went bald just writing this paper, 'The Impact of Mandolin Pepper on Biodiversity and Its Specific Analysis.' Do you know how many people are eyeing Fang Fang's pepper field?"

He pointed with his finger:

"Seven cameras, no blind spots, 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring. This time, no matter who accidentally picked it, someone will be watching you if you even reach out. I think I've got my graduation project in mind. I could study until graduation just by researching why eating this chili pepper can make you breathe fire."