"Good!"
Ling Feng nodded, wrapped his arm around her waist, and soared into the sky, heading straight for the mountain north of Shiliu Village.
The breeze stirred Li Yumei's long hair. She looked down at the village and rivers beneath her feet, her eyes no longer filled with fear but with a smile.
In an instant, they reached the mountain top, where they could see the entirety of Shiliu Village clearly.
The standardized houses, Wang Wan'er's laboratory, the production base, and the lush plants in the fields were all visible.
"Our agricultural products are now exclusive supplies; they're simply unavailable on the market," Li Yumei said.
"Really? Then what about other people?" Ling Feng asked.
"They've all been outsourced. Only the plants grown here are exclusive supplies, but those grown elsewhere can still meet the national demand," Li Yumei explained.
"I see? I thought we were falling behind," Ling Feng laughed.
