Watching Old Man Zhang, who was dazedly kneeling on the barren land, Chen Ergou said in a tone neither salty nor bland:
"It seems that your luck isn't too good, but don't rush. Maybe after another year, they might start to sprout! So, for now, just build a little shelter here and quietly wait!"
"You..."
Upon hearing Chen Ergou's mocking words, Old Man Zhang quickly stood up, his face full of resentment!
Hate to death!
At that moment, Old Man Zhang truly hated to death!
After all, he had previously invested all his savings into this barren hill! Now if this place couldn't generate income, he would really only have to pass his days drinking the northwestern wind!
Ignoring the resentment on his face, Chen Ergou continued, "Keep studying it here, I believe you're smart enough to find out why they aren't sprouting! Oh, and when you find out, remember to tell me!"
Having said that, Chen Ergou left with a cold laugh!