Chapter 6: Son of Fortune! My Direct Line Great-grandson (Monthly Tickets Required)_4

He swept a glance around, looking at the tiny green buds displaying on the deep brown branches, sensing the vigorous vitality contained within, his smile grew even brighter.

At this moment, a middle-aged scholar walked over with a delighted smile on his face, holding a small notebook and reporting: "Your Highness, we have good news. The statistics are out. A third of the newly planted Bodhi trees planted three months ago have survived, a significant improvement in survival rates. Your Highness, you're amazing, you even predicted this correctly."

The man referred to as "Your Highness" wiped his face, stood up from the ground, and said: "The situation of the earth veins is improving, it's normal for the survival rate to increase. But the area of this forest is far from enough. We need to expand it at least tenfold to resist the onslaught of the sandstorms."

He and his group have been stationed here for fifty years, fighting the desert winds and sand for fifty years.