Pondering on Feng Xiyan's words, Zhan Qi asked, "Great General, do you want to start farming?"
Feng Xiyan nodded. "Exactly. It takes at least six months from land preparation to harvest. We are trapped in Xiqiang City for now, and the farmland is five kilometers south of this city."
"For now, let's send a scouting team to survey the area. If it's safe out there, we will inform the citizens of our plan. With our soldiers protecting them, the Yuezhi Tribe won't be able to harm the farmers."
Zhan Qi nodded in agreement. After a brief pause, he asked, "What about the seeds?"
"This general will inform Fairy Bai about that later," Feng Xiyan replied. "General Zhan, go and make preparations to survey the farmland."
Clasping his fists, Zhan Qi said, "Yes, Great General."
Once Zhan Qi left, Feng Xiyan called one of the soldiers nearby.
