"There's no pesticide."
Yi Chichi was concise; with pesticide, any problem can be solved.
Without it, we can only pull weeds and catch bugs manually, which is exhausting.
But still, you can't avoid doing it.
If weeds run rampant, they'll compete with crops for nutrients, leading to malnutrition in crops.
If bugs proliferate, it's not just about malnutrition, it directly reduces yield.
That's even scarier.
So, you have no choice but to work.
"Can we make pesticide ourselves?"
Zhang Yunhao said something shocking.
Yi Chichi and the others were stunned; it was really a good idea.
However—
"Do you know the formula for pesticide?"
"Nope."
"Did you study chemical or biological pest control?"
"...No."
Yi Chichi sighed, "Finish eating and wash up, then sleep."
She patted Zhang Yunhao on the shoulder and turned back to the house.
Zhang Yunhao was dazed for a moment before he looked at Bai Chen and the others, "What did Old Yi mean by that?"
