After the day was spent step by step, Huang Liangliang went to bed early as usual, thinking that she would sleep until dawn as usual, but she didn't expect that her consciousness was in that large area of Yutian again, but this time it was completely different from when she came back.

As far as the eye can see, patches of yellow and clear rice ears stir up golden waves with the breeze, and the air seems to be filled with the intoxicating aroma of rice.

Huang Liangliang couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling that this rice fragrance smells better than ever, any of your flowers must be intoxicating, people who have never been hungry may not have such a strong feeling, but for her who has eaten corn paste and millet porridge for three months, it is the happiest thing to be able to eat rice again.

Huang Liangliang was intoxicated there, when he suddenly heard an angry voice behind him, "How long are you going to stand there stupidly, why don't you come over and help harvest the rice." ”

Huang Liangliang came to his senses at this time, and knew who the owner of the voice was without looking back, pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, then turned his head to look over, only to see that Huang Sang had already rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, bent over and cut rice diligently with a sickle.

Huang Liangliang didn't bother to talk to him, found a sickle at the edge of the field, and also began to harvest rice from the other side.

The two of them worked silently like this, and they didn't know how long it took, when Huang Liangliang was tired and couldn't straighten up, she finished harvesting all the rice in the field, she looked at the large golden ears of rice piled on the ridge, and a sense of accomplishment arose in her heart, so much millet should be enough for her to eat for a while.

Huang Sang was not as unbearable as Huang Liangliang, he was so tired that he sat paralyzed in the field, he wrinkled slightly, standing in front of the pile of rice, and seemed to say to himself, "This rice ...... It's ripening too fast......"

Huang Liangliang, who was not far from her, heard his muttering, and also realized this problem, normal rice, from planting to maturity takes more than three months at the shortest, and the rice they planted has matured in just a month, which is indeed too contrary to common sense, but after thinking about it, the current situation of her, Huang Sang and this piece of imperial field is against common sense, and it is not so unacceptable for rice to mature once a month.

"It's not a good thing that the rice can ripen faster, what do you want to do so much, I think you still have to think about how to hull these rice." Huang Liangliang said weakly on the side, she looked at the rice piled up like a small mountain bag, and she was already starting to worry about husking.

Huang Sang was also silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "Naturally, I use a stone mortar to make rice." With that, he pointed his finger to the edge of the field.

Huang Liangliang was slightly stunned, then looked in the direction of his finger, and found that a huge stone mortar appeared there at some point.

"When was that thing there, why didn't I see it just now?" Huang Liangliang's eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"It appeared when we needed it, as if when we first arrived here, there were two sickles on the edge of the field, maybe it knew we needed sickles......" Huang Sang was relatively calm, he had already analyzed the reason, I don't know what he thought, and the expression on his face was a little weird.

Huang Liangliang also thought of the scene when they first came, and his brows couldn't help frowning, feeling that this space was getting more and more weird, and he could even conjure tools out of thin air, and it would be great if he could conjure up some food.

"It's not early today, don't worry about shelling, I'll go back first. Huang Sang glanced at Huang Liangliang and suddenly spoke.

Huang Liangliang was stunned when he heard this, thinking that you said that you would go back if you went back, and it was too lacking in collective concept! Just as he was about to say something, Huang Sang's figure not far away had begun to slowly fade, and soon disappeared in place.

Huang Liangliang snorted, looked at the empty space, and quickly chose to return.

Huang Liangliang felt a bright light shining on her eyelids, and she opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she had returned to the bed in the dormitory. She looked at the ceiling with both eyes, thinking in her heart, it seems that she will inevitably go to the space to do farm work in the future, but she can't work too hard, she should let Huang Sang's guy do more, and come back to sleep early, how can you say that she is also a girl, if she doesn't get enough sleep, she will get old......

Seven-year-old Huang Liangliang thought so naturally in her heart, but although she had worked on the farm in a strange space all night, her real body did not feel tired at all, but she was very refreshed, and she rolled over and got out of bed with a grunt, and got up early to read.

In the next few nights, as soon as Huang Liangliang fell asleep, he would enter the Yutian on time and cook rice with Huang Sang, she also wanted to be lazy at first, thinking of letting Huang Sang work here alone, and she went back to sleep first, but then she sadly found that if she didn't work, she would absolutely not be able to leave this space, and she must finish a certain amount of farm work before she could leave on her own. After knowing this, Huang Liangliang didn't want to be lazy, and obediently followed Huang Sang to cook rice, and after a week, he finally turned the ears of rice like a small mountain bag into white rice.

Huang Liangliang looked at the ten bags full of rice, about 500 kilograms, one acre of land can grow so much rice, which made her a little surprised, it turned out that when she was in the Xia Kingdom, how much was the yield per mu of rice? She couldn't remember, but there would definitely not be so much.

"The normal yield per mu of an acre of rice field is about 200 kilograms, and if it can reach 250 kilograms, it is already a rare fertile field, but this acre of rice can produce 500 kilograms per mu, which is really incredible. Huang Sang on the side began to mumble to himself again, obviously having the same sigh as Huang Liangliang.

"It's not good to be able to produce more, these ten bags of rice are open for the two of us to eat, and it is enough to eat for several years. Huang Liangliang thought simply, looking at the ten bags of bulging rice, he became more and more excited, and then said with a pity on his face, "It would be nice if we could take it out and sell it, we can't eat so much rice, it would be better if it could be exchanged for money." ”