The Nation Rests on Its People; the People Live on Grain. When Life Ends, the Root Is Uprooted; When the Root Is Uprooted, the Foundation Collapses!

"Uncle Akiyama." On the street, Yun Chuan walked alongside Akiyama, casually studying the shops on either side as he asked, "How do you expect those 'experimental fields' to yield?" "Wasn't this soilless cultivation technology initially proposed by you? Of course the results have been quite good." A trace of helplessness still lingered on Akiyama's face.