This is when I first discovered that pekko droppings could be turned into the best organic fertilizer in the world. The Armand Ferlitizer. The one that tripled crop yields across the entire continent, the one that turned barren soil into fertile farmland, and became one of the foundations of Armand's agricultural revolution and industry. All because I was curious enough to poke a pile of pekko shit with a stick when I was a brat.
But… how?
He stared at the painting, his mind racing.
How did Mother know about this? And how did she turn my written words into a painting?
