Monk, this child is yours

Wu Jian looked at the food that filled the space and thought about it. Although these things can benefit the people, how to spread them to the people. Also, if you eat a little food, you will get a little less. There are so many people in Ye City that it is not enough.

Seeing nothing, Ye Qingshuang explained thoughtfully: "This is my Jianxin space, master can rest assured that it is, I have thought about taking out the food here and trying to plant it in the vegetable garden of Jinghua Temple, it is better to let the master do it at will. Can I choose food?"

Wu Jian looked up at Ye Qingshuang and asked, "What kind of food did the benefactor decide to plant?"

"Hmm..." Ye Qingshuang looked at the food that filled the space, and he felt a little choice phobia. He really didn't think about which food to promote first. If he wanted to talk about good food that could fill his stomach, the first thing he thought of was potatoes, so He dragged Mokan to the place where the potatoes were planted.

"How about planting this kind of food?" Ye Qingshuang scraped open the soil with his hands, dug out the potatoes with soil and handed them to Wujian.

Wu Jian took the palm-sized potato, a little puzzled, he had never seen this kind of food before, "The poor monk has never seen this kind of thing."

"..." He also knows that people in this era have never seen potatoes, "This kind of food can be steamed, boiled and fried, why don't you take it out and plant it?"

"...Okay..." Wu Jian nodded hesitantly.