"That's simply wonderful."
Tong Huaqiong had concocted a pesticide specifically for corn blight, news that excited Liu Tieshan even more than hiring laborers.
Every year around this time, the cornfields in the Qinghe Bay area would fall ill.
The lush corn ears would be covered with mold spots and cotton bollworms, and no one had a good solution.
Every autumn, it would lead to a reduced corn harvest.
Although the effect of the medicine had not yet been seen, Liu Tieshan just believed in Tong Huaqiong.
Tong Dajiao had misunderstood her in the past, not realizing that she could not only do business but also farm.
She was willing to share the medicine she had concocted with everyone. Not only should she be invited into the ancestral hall for worship after a hundred years, but she should be commended to the court even now.
