C451 Don't Talk too Much

After Zhuang Chen and Cen Gong had tidied up the soil, the sky had turned dark.

"Mr Zhuang, what should we do now?"

Cen Gong held the hoe in his right hand and leaned against the shed. He asked Zhuang Chen in a low voice, full of doubt.

"Help me make a large number of copies of this plant. I will ask the others to help me plant it