After spending a day "recuperating" in his dorm, Li Bai finally came out for some fresh air.
Even without the Outer Heavenly Evil God restraining the Chaos Green Lotus, the Heaven and Earth Rules still suppressed it. Little Red Carp wasn't by his side, either, so he couldn't borrow her Li Pearl Domain. Cultivating was like trudging forward under a heavy load: twice the effort for half the result. After a few hours of hard work, he started slacking off again.
Li Feng, head of the Medical Team, had given him a week off. He could eat without having to work and take some time to recover.
After all, his memory loss at the time had been truly alarming. Once he returned, experts diagnosed him with a concussion of uncertain severity. But no one could guarantee that it wouldn't leave any aftereffects, so he was advised to rest as much as possible and keep calm. Perhaps he would recover naturally.
A vast swath of new shoots had recently sprouted around the vegetable plots cultivated by agricultural expert Sun Nanzheng, like green nails pushing up through the soil.
The land in Africa was incredibly fertile. There was no need to add fertilizer; whatever you planted grew, shooting up tall in no time. Just looking at it was a delight.
Perennial plants in particular would grow wildly out of control unless they were regularly trimmed by hand.
It was hard for the Chinese to imagine how these dark-skinned locals could suffer from hunger and famine so often, despite having such a naturally rich environment. It made no sense at all.
Even if there was a locust plague this time, it didn't happen every year. But in any given decade, there were always eight or nine years when famine-stricken people were everywhere. It