Potatoes actually have to be cut into pieces and planted, as long as each piece has an eye on it.
This planting method also really broadened Wei Ziang's horizons, but thinking about it, sweet potatoes are transplanted from vines, too, so it didn't seem that strange.
The two of them didn't do anything else all afternoon, just ran all over the nearby hills, burying a few pieces here and throwing a few pieces there.
They even used Spiritual Energy, directly running to mountains several kilometers away, planting some there, then running back.
By the time it was getting dark, the two of them had already planted several hundred kilos of potatoes here and there, and even Xiaomi was quite surprised—thinking it over, it didn't feel like they'd planted that many.
"It's getting late, let's head back."
Wei Ziang stretched lazily; they'd been running around all afternoon, and his Spiritual Power was almost completely used up.
