Long Xuanmo squinted his eyes, deep in thought about something unknown, which Yang Mengchen chose to ignore.

The completion of the Ceramic Glaze Factory and its staff dormitory was imminent. On one hand, Yang Mengchen arranged for her father, Yang Chaoyi, to recruit workers in the village who would later be in charge of the Ceramic Glaze Factory's affairs. The sales of cement and tiles were handed over to the Zhao family.

On the other hand, she sent Yang Chengrong to the town to inform the workers there to be ready to move, and she wrote to Luo Jingrui, asking him to send more workers knowledgeable in medicinal herbs. She was planning to start producing granules and liquid medicine, and it would be easier for her if the workers were familiar with medicinal herbs.

"Jiujiu, the rice in the fields should be harvested in a couple of days. Should we give the workers a few days off?" At lunch, Old Master Yang asked Yang Mengchen.

"It's good that Grandpa reminded me, or else I might have neglected the villagers' important affairs." Yang Mengchen slapped her forehead, "Inform the workers that the day after tomorrow they will have a three-day holiday to go back and harvest the rice. Meanwhile, their wages here will still be paid."

A few days ago, Uncle Heng had talked to her about the rice. He said that although the family didn't have a lot of fields, they still needed to be tended to. Among the servants, only Ren Xiao'an knew how to farm. Thus, Uncle Heng had arranged for Ren Xiao'an to take care of the fields, but clearly, one person wasn't enough.

Uncle Heng suggested that she buy a few more servants who knew how to farm, but she had been so busy that she forgot about it.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Yang Mengchen then turned to Old Master Yang, "Grandpa, what should we plant in the fields after harvesting the rice?"

"Naturally, we'll plant vegetables. It seems that Jiujiu has been so busy that she even forgot that," Old Master Yang joked with his granddaughter with a smile.

Everyone else also laughed along.

Yang Mengchen felt a pang in her heart, "These past few days, I've been considering whether we could plant another season of rice, and I did forget that we have to plant vegetables in the fields." She said, slightly embarrassed.

Everyone but Yang Chengrong widened their eyes in surprise at Yang Mengchen, "Another season of rice?"

"Yes," Seeing that she had successfully diverted their attention, Yang Mengchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "My older brother and I have consulted the data, and the soil quality and climate in the village should allow for two seasons of rice planting. Moreover, I've already had my older brother prepare quite a few seedlings. Grandpa, may I give it a try?"

Although she had been a corporate CEO for many years, she hadn't become autocratic. For any critical issues, she always sought the advice of managers or professionals with an open mind. She wasn't without her own opinions, but she firmly believed in the principle of drawing on collective wisdom, and that is why she had reached the pinnacle of her career.

For her family members, who genuinely cared for and protected her, it was natural for her to discuss matters with them. This was not only a habit but also a sign of respect.

Several elders hesitated since their ancestors had only ever planted one season of rice. No one had ever suggested planting two seasons.

Yang Chengrong, not wishing to see his sister's efforts go to waste, persuaded the elders, "Grandpa, let Jiujiu try it! Even if it doesn't succeed, at most we'll waste some seeds. But if Jiujiu's experiment is successful, next year everyone in the village, even the whole of Anping County, could plant two seasons of rice, and we could harvest more grain. No one would have to live in hardship."

Madam Yang Zhou and her son and daughter-in-law looked at Grandpa Yang. Rongrong's argument was logical, and most importantly, they believed in Jiujiu. However, they were still waiting for their husband (Father)'s decision as the head of the family.

Grandpa Yang frowned and did not speak for a long time.

As a farmer, he naturally cared about the crops, but in his heart, his granddaughter was more important than the grain. He was worried that if it didn't succeed, she would be very disappointed and upset.

"Grandpa, please agree," Yang Chengbin couldn't help but urge.

Looking at his hopeful wife and grandchildren, and then at his granddaughter with her determined gaze, Grandpa Yang finally nodded.

His granddaughter was also doing all this for everyone to lead better lives. Of course, he had to support her. After all, she didn't ask him to do anything but to walk around or go fishing. From now on, he would go to the fields to tend to the rice every day. If it ended in failure, he would find a way to console her.

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