The bamboo planted in the Imperial Garden is of an excellent variety.
Unlike the bamboo Chen Mo saw in his previous life.
These stalks are like emerald, without any extraneous branches, and only at the very top do some branches radiate outward.
Fortunately, this bamboo grove is quite expansive, so Chen Mo deliberately pulled up two bamboo stalks with their roots from among the densely packed bamboo.
If he cut them off in the middle, they would be easy to spot, but pulling them up by the roots, he only needs to fill the gap with soil and scatter fallen bamboo leaves, and it would look as if no bamboo had grown there.
"You have great strength!" Qing Shuang exclaimed, looking at Chen Mo in surprise.
Being able to pull up bamboo with roots requires substantial strength, doesn't it?
