"Ninth Sister, we've succeeded!" Yang Chengrong's face was ecstatic and excited, "I went to the field with Grandpa this morning, and after a careful inspection, there were only a few scattered bugs!"
Yang Chengrong's voice was not soft, and everyone in the backyard, busy with their work, heard it clearly. They rushed out in haste, and upon hearing the good news again from Yang Chengrong's mouth, tears of joy sparkled in their eyes as they hugged each other in wild elation.
Yang Mengchen's face broke into a joyous smile as she quietly heaved a sigh of relief.
In her heart, she had had doubts, after all, this was not the era she came from, and she was not a biologist, unable to distinguish if the Tingidae of the two eras were the same species. Therefore, she had specifically added a kind of rare medicinal herb, and fortunately, the effect was remarkably good.
She arranged for two workers to continue applying the pesticide in the field with Yang Chaoyi.