Jiang Yu only followed the group of people to the flower garden at the side to water and fertilize the poppies.
She only knew the middle-aged woman, so she followed her. As she watered the water, she asked in a low voice, "What kind of flowers are you growing?"
The middle-aged woman shook her head and replied in a low voice, "I don't know. at that time, a group of people in black suddenly surrounded our village. It was this person who threatened to kill us all if we didn't help him. We're just honest farmers, we've never seen such a scene before. He could only agree. Even if we're really poor, we don't want to die."
The middle-aged woman sighed and continued to water and fertilize the poppy.
"So that's how it is." Jiang Yu asked, "do you know where these flowers ended up?"
"I don't know," The middle-aged woman replied, "we're only in charge of planting. We don't care about anything else."
"Will they give you money?" Jiang Yu asked.
