It was a wonderful thing that the radish seedlings had survived.
Jiang Linhai also sighed. "It would be great if we could find a plant that produces cotton."
Then their lives would be even more stable.
It wasn't that they were short on clothes. They were mainly concerned for Jiang Si and Qin Shen's future children, and for the generations to come. What if there wasn't enough, or if something unexpected happened to their supplies?
Lu Zhifeng suddenly joked, "With the effort it would take to find cotton, we might as well just shear the monkeys."
Suddenly, Jiang Si froze.
'That's... actually not a bad idea.'
'The fur on the Snow Monkeys looks incredibly soft and nice to touch.'
Jiang Si smiled. "If we don't find any cotton one day, we'll just go shear the monkeys."
Zhang Qingfang said, "That's the only coat they have. In this frozen world, if we shear them, what will they wear? We should just forget it."
Jiang Chengwu chuckled. "Sisi is just joking with you."
