The next day, the sky was overcast, and Ruo Xuan did not go to class.
Since there were many short-term workers hired, they would be able to finish planting all the wasteland today, and the herbs planted were rather delicate and hard to grow, and also more precious.
Ruo Xuan needed to come over and cast a spell so the newly planted herbs could root and sprout better.
Her spiritual power was limited, and she could not take care of the entire vast wasteland, so she could only come over every day to look after the new plants, ensuring every single seed, every flower or herb planted would survive. That way, there would be no need for the trouble of replanting later.
"Survival of the fittest," if left to grow on their own, it was estimated that twenty to thirty percent would not survive.
Therefore, Ruo Xuan had been diligently coming to the fields to work these days.
At the mansion, the old Mrs. Xuanyuan had clearly sensed something off with her grandson's mood in the past few days.