"Have all these trees up front been grafted already?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked, pointing at the three- to four-meter-tall saplings sprouting tender shoots outside the city wall. "They grew this fast?"
"Yes! Not just this patch up front, either. We've finished grafting a lot of them. These saplings have been planted for a long time, so their roots are well established. Once we cut off the trunks and graft onto them, the breadfruit shoots grow very quickly.
"Now the elves don't even go to the harbor to collect breadfruit shoots anymore. They just prune the tender branches growing on these grafted trees and use them to graft onto the Tong Millet trees that haven't been done yet," the officer said.
"Are there ten thousand mu?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk was starting to get excited.
"Ten thousand mu? More than that, surely! So many people planted them, and they kept at it for several years. Even the area we've already grafted should be more than that," the officer said after a moment's thought.
"Come on! Let's go down and look at these trees!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said excitedly.
The officers exchanged glances, completely baffled by his excitement. Hadn't he been the one who ordered people to plant all these trees? Why was he so excited now?
Still, they summoned a squadron of the City Lord Guard and accompanied him outside the city to inspect the grafted breadfruit trees.
The group wandered through the sea of tender green trees, three to four meters tall, stopping here and there. All the elves felt that their city lord was unusually excited and in a particularly good mood today.
The trees were growing extremely well. All the Tong Millet shoots on their trunks had been rubbed off, directing every bit of nourishment into the fist-thick breadfruit