"I made the pesticide to combat corn cob rot. It was definitely me who made it."
The two government officials exchanged glances, their expressions complex.
Zheng Junren and Mrs. Zheng's faces were as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Xu Zaohua didn't notice their expressions and continued talking to herself.
"My uncle hasn't been working in the fields for many years. Even though he lives in the village, he's not very skilled at tending crops. How could he make any pesticides? He's been the Qinghe Bay Village Chief for so many years and still couldn't solve the corn cob rot problem."
"After I made the pesticide, I couldn't conveniently return to Qinghe Bay, so I gave it to my uncle to distribute to the villagers. I'm not afraid to confront him about this face-to-face."
"Did my uncle take credit for himself? Claiming that the pesticide was his creation? Luckily, Lord Liu was wise enough not to believe what she said."
Xu Zaohua's honesty left the two officials at a loss for words.
