Acai's Sky

Chapter 681: What Does the Heroine's Escape Have to Do with Me?

The fruits in midsummer are indeed different.

The anxious hired farmhands arrived at the edge of the fields of Tongjia Village early. They stretched their necks, looking eagerly at the fertile land, their faces filled with unconcealable anticipation.

Today is an important day—it's time to dig sweet potatoes! For these hardworking farmhands, this is undoubtedly a difficult but hopeful task.

Everyone held a variety of tools in their hands, including sharp hoes, small shovels, sturdy rakes, and so on.

Everyone was eager to try, constantly moving their hands and feet, rubbing their hands, waiting for the order to immediately throw themselves into the busy excavation work.

Finally, accompanied by the loud shouts of the village head, the hired farmers rushed into the fields like a surging tide.

For a moment, the originally quiet field suddenly became noisy, and the intense and orderly excavation work officially began.

The hired farmers bent down, held the tools tightly in their hands, and then swung them with all their strength.

They carefully dug up the soil around the sweet potatoes bit by bit, for fear that they would accidentally damage the "treasures" buried deep underground.

Whenever a whole sweet potato is successfully dug out, a small cheer always breaks out from the crowd, the sound filled with excitement and joy, as if what they have just dug out is not an ordinary sweet potato, but the most precious treasure in the world.

At this time, the fields were bustling with activity: people's cheerful laughter and chattering could be heard one after another, and from time to time there was the crisp sound of hoes and shovels colliding with each other.

The two sounds intertwined together, like a passionate and beautiful symphony of labor, echoing for a long time over this vast land.

Some of the experienced farmhands were extremely skilled. With quick eyes and hands, they could quickly dig out the sweet potatoes and place them neatly aside in a short time.

Some other farmhands who were new to the job or had unfamiliar techniques carefully observed others' operating skills and imitated them earnestly. Although their speed was slower, their concentration and hard work were equally admirable.

Tong Yan quietly stayed beside Mr. Mu Changsheng, and the two stood side by side on the edge of the field.

Just now, the two of them enthusiastically dug two sweet potatoes by themselves, but due to lack of experience, they failed to accurately control the amount of force and the digging angle, resulting in the sweet potatoes being dug off.

Behind them, a servant was holding a charcoal pencil, concentrating on depicting the scene of harvest.

At the same time, not far away, a painter was meticulously recording the real scene of people working hard.

At this time, several officials sent by the Minister of Agriculture could no longer contain their inner anxiety and excitement.

These experts who specialize in agricultural work can roughly estimate the per-acre yield of a field just by taking a quick look.

However, to obtain accurate data, the harvested crops still need to be weighed accurately.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise broke the silence at the scene: "What? It's as high as 45 dan per mu! Is this true or not?"

The one who made this exclamation was Little Li Cangchang. His face was full of disbelief and he jumped up suddenly like a spring.

You know, in his past experience, he had never imagined that one day he would be able to see with his own eyes that the yield of grain crops per acre exceeded three stones.

Faced with everyone's astonishment, Mr. Mu appeared calm and composed.

He gently picked up the plan in his hand, turned to the page about planting, and tapped the column about grain processing with his finger.

Then he turned to look at Little Li Cangchang and said slowly, "Don't be surprised, everyone. This is just its raw, unprocessed state. Once it's processed into flour, it will only yield about 30% sweet potato flour at most."

Little Li, the warehouse manager, nodded vigorously and excitedly, patting his thigh and muttering to himself, "That's right! These sweet potatoes alone can make nearly 10 dan of sweet potato flour! And there's more to this grain processing than that. If we cut them into slices and dry them, we can store them for several years!"

At this time, many hired farmers gathered around, tightly surrounding Mr. Mu and Warehouse Manager Li, and listened attentively to their heated discussion on how to properly preserve sweet potatoes.

Sometimes everyone frowned, and sometimes they looked enlightened, as if they had been suddenly enlightened, and their originally chaotic minds instantly became clear.

Tong Yan and Tang Mingshan, who were standing aside, looked at each other, with surprise in their eyes that was difficult to conceal.

They never expected that Mr. Mu would study the plan so deeply and thoroughly.

Yes, farming is the foundation of Fengyu Kingdom, and it is related to the country's rise and fall, survival and the livelihood of thousands of people.

I saw the second housekeeper Qi yelling at the hired farmers at the top of his voice: "Everyone, hurry up and collect all the sweet potatoes from the Tong family farm!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and hurriedly began to arrange matters related to drying the sweet potatoes.

After a while, mountains of sweet potatoes appeared before our eyes. The huge mountains of sweet potatoes looked like rolling mountains, giving people a strong visual impact.

Looking at the scene of the bountiful harvest, many farmers couldn't help but kneel on the ground and burst into tears.

They were filled with emotion. After years of hardship, they finally had enough food to eat.

Tong Yan quietly gazed at the farmers who were kneeling on the ground and crying with joy, and couldn't help feeling sad.

In this era where people depended on the weather for their livelihood, for ordinary people, being able to drink a bowl of thick and sweet rice porridge every day was already a significant symbol of the prosperity of this dynasty.

The Tong family was harvesting, the Tong family's hired farmers were also harvesting, and the Tang family of Tangmingshan was also harvesting.

Among a pile of sweet potatoes, you need to carefully select those that are intact, without any flaws or damage, and preserve them as precious seeds.

These seeds are not only used to meet the needs of the farm itself, but also to provide sufficient reserves for future planting plans.

Most of the remaining sweet potatoes were confiscated by officials sent by the Minister of Agriculture.

It turned out that the Minister of Agriculture was planning to vigorously promote the widespread cultivation of sweet potatoes in the vast Fengyu Kingdom.

Because this seemingly ordinary crop has extraordinary significance - especially in difficult times such as natural disasters, it can be the key to solving the problem of food shortage for the vast majority of people in Fengyu Country.

In this scorching hot summer, Jialu County is bustling with activity and a bustling harvest scene.

The many fruit trees that were planted on a large scale earlier in the Tong family's old house are now full of heavy fruits.

At first glance, the entire county seems immersed in the rich fragrance of fruit. The fresh and sweet scent is wafting everywhere, making people intoxicated.

The streets and alleys are full of ripe fruits, and children are happily running around among them. Just by reaching out and picking them, they can taste the delicious and juicy fruits.

However, even though the fruits are readily available, no one dares to waste even a small piece of fruit.

Everyone knows that every piece of food is hard-earned, and they cherish this rare harvest with awe.