Chapter 021
At noon the next day, the wheat, which was still green and tasted like grass, turned golden yellow in an instant.
The wheat fields sway in the wind, bringing the aroma of grains.
Hang Jiuxi rubbed open a cluster of wheat grains with his hands and took a bite. "Wait another three hours and it will be almost dry. Harvest and dry. Su An will use special powers to dry the air in the drying field at night. Tomorrow morning We went to the city to grind wheat."
After more than a month, she finally fulfilled her original promise -
she was about to eat the flour grown by herself!
Three hours later, Hang Jiuxi began to harvest wheat.
In order to earn energy points, she had to harvest the two acres of wheat manually.
Hang Jiuxi bent down, picked up the sickle and hummed to work.
Finally, we completed the harvesting task before dinner.
She was so tired that she lay down directly in the wheat field and stared at the night sky above her head in a daze.
Suddenly, she murmured: "It's going to rain!"
A burst of water vapor suddenly poured into the tip of her nose, and her blood told her that a heavy rain was coming. Based on the intensity of the water vapor, she determined that the rainstorm would happen tomorrow evening.
I hope to go back early tomorrow and not be delayed by the heavy rain on the way.
Hang Jiuxi thought silently, and after resting enough, he opened the system panel to check the harvest.
Energy points: 5700
spiritual spring water: 80ml
Special items: Shennong's bloodline*1, Guoji Fish Pond Scientific Breeding Manual*1
and fifteen copies of mutated wheat.
These mutant wheats vary in a neat direction: taste variation.
Hang Jiuxi has no intention of selling. She will continue to plant these mutant wheats and will plant them when she returns from the city tomorrow.
Others carried the harvested wheat to the drying field and laid it out to dry.
Zhang Dongdong is responsible for draining the moisture from the nearby air, and Su An is responsible for using special powers to heat the area to keep the temperature of the entire drying area at around 40 degrees. In this way, they can get completely dry and dehydrated wheat grains early tomorrow morning.
The night passed quickly. With the pomegranate tree, a high-level mutant plant, standing guard, no birds, beasts, or insects without eyes dared to run wild in the camp.
Even if they smell the sweet smell of grains and are seduced by the righteous and peaceful energy, they dare not take a meal with the thought of certain death.
The warriors who are eager to try become food for the pomegranate tree's huge underground root network and become nutrients that nourish it.
Hang Jiuxi was ignorant, had a good night's sleep, and overslept.
When she woke up, everyone in the camp had already shelled and bagged the wheat, and cleaned the drying area neatly.
Hang's father was holding a cracked pottery pot, in which was planted the largest milkvetch plant, with lavender flower clusters in full bloom, as beautiful as a picture scroll.
