Chen Zhou hates everything related to probability, because his luck has never been good.
Unfortunately, waiting for seeds to germinate is a matter tied to probability.
This long and uncertain process makes him feel tormented,
Since sowing the seeds on January 10th, whenever he has a bit of free time, he walks down from the platform to check the furrows, at least a dozen times each day.
However, the results are always about the same each time.
The seeds definitely won't sprout that quickly, even if they do, it's impossible for them to break through the soil layer in just a few days; they are buried in the soil, growing bit by bit slowly.
Chen Zhou knows this clearly, but he is very anxious and worried, fearing the seeds won't germinate as smoothly as the rice and wheat Robinson haphazardly sowed.
After all, the success or failure of farming is of great significance. Whether or not he can eat rice and bread later all depends on these seeds.
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