Time continues to slip away, and today's village is hot. Because today is the harvest time of the field that Hamlin planted. And the result is obvious, even if the wheat has not yet been harvested from the field, everyone can see that this wheat is extraordinary: each bundle of wheat is neatly arranged on the ears of wheat, and the ears of wheat are bent down so that they feel heavy when they look at it, and they pluck one from above, and the plump wheat grains are held in their hands, and they exude a golden luster in the sun. And the other piece of wheat across the ridge of this wheat is no different from before, the size of the wheat grains is not different, not to mention, a slight shake, a lot of wheat grains will fall off the ears of wheat and fall to the ground, even so, the wheat grains on the ears of wheat are not full, many of the wheat grains are even some empty shells, and they fly away with a light blow.

It was not Hamlin who harvested wheat in the field, but at the call of the village chief, who put down his work and took up the sickle and ran into the field to harvest it himself. And compared with the past, in order to covet the speed of grasping a handful and cutting it off, each farmer took his hands and feet lightly, carefully pinched each bundle of wheat, and then gently cut off the stems below them with a sickle, for fear that he would use a little more force and shake off any grain of wheat on the ear of wheat— In fact, even if there is a grain of wheat that falls, the farmers will pick it up one by one, with a look of heartache on their faces, as if it is not a grain of wheat that has fallen on the ground, but their own infant child.

On the ridges, each bunch of wheat is passed here - together with the wheat that falls from them, and then a peasant woman peels off the wheat that has not fallen off the ears of wheat one by one, and puts it together with the fallen wheat grains that have been passed over, and the people on the side write down the number of wheat grains, and then pour them all into a small basket that is set aside.

From dawn to mid-afternoon, even if the sun in the sky sprinkled its own brilliance at will, and dried the whole field to the point that people could not stand, the young men and uncles in the field did not return to their houses to rest as usual, but took turns, one person could not stand the sun, and the one who rested under the shade of the tree next to him went up. Even so, a small field that would not have taken much time has taken much longer than before.

By the time all the ears of wheat in the field had been harvested, leaving only clumps of short straw, the sun had begun to retract its brilliance. However, even though they were tired and hot, everyone had a satisfied smile on their faces: especially looking at the golden grains that had been put into three large baskets and still spiked on the baskets, even if they did not weigh them, just looking at the wheat, the farmers who had already done the farm work knew that the yield of these wheats had far exceeded the wheat they had planted in the past, and even if there was a good year, it was not as good as the seventy percent harvested in this field, not to mention that the wheat was so full that people were full of satisfaction just looking at it.

Then, in the anticipation of everyone, the old priest Harpy came to the edge of the ridge with the oversized scales from the church in the city, and began to weigh the wheat in the basket in batches, and then put the weighed wheat into the pocket next to it, and after each bag was filled, he sealed the bag and sent it to the drying field next to it, and after laying it, let the sun dry them in preparation for the next step of grinding. However, during this period of time, many mice and finches will steal and eat, which is also the most troublesome time for the farmer - you know, if you want the wheat to dry quickly, you must have enough sun, and to prevent the finches from stealing food, then someone must guard here, and if you see any finches, you have to drive them away. Running back and forth under the sun to drive away the birds, who knows what it tastes like. Therefore, this errand is that the villagers put their wheat into the drying field together, and then give 20% of the wheat as a fee - as for whether the 20% was eaten by rats, insects and finches or the owner of the drying field himself, that is up to their own ability.

However, the work that usually makes people naughty has now become a sought-after commodity that peasant women compete for, and they seem to feel that other women are coarse and do not have their own details. For all peasant women knew that the wheat was not just a perfect wheat, but the hope of all, and the more abundant the wheat, the more it proved that Hamlin's method worked. You must know that there are a lot of septic tanks now, and even the excavated dirt pile has become a small hill next to it. Although every family has made a lot of money by helping the city clean up, this is just floating wealth, not reliable, and no matter how much they earn, they may easily lose it. No matter how much money is earned from other places, in the hearts of the peasants, it is still the land that is really good.

It is precisely because of this mentality that the farmers take care of this piece of wheat more carefully than their own homes, and even the weeds in the field are uprooted by them one by one, and the pests born are taken away to try not to hurt the wheat. Finally, I was looking forward to the harvest day, and there was no movement in my own house, so I had to harvest here first.

In the end, Hamlin became an outsider, watching everyone harvest the wheat in the field, weigh and count it, and finally bagged it and sent it to the drying field. Hamlin was still thinking of going down to the field to help, but he took his clumsiness and disgust, and was driven aside by the village chief, and then looked at the wheat grains that fell to the ground in distress, and that look made Hamlin feel that he had done something wrong.

Old Priest Harpy was already very tired when he came back from the city in order to bring a great name, but when he looked at the drying field, he was afraid that there would really be insects, rats, birds and finches eating the wheat, and rushed to the drying field with the donkey cart that delivered the wheat, ready to use a miracle to dispel these greedy little ones - don't forget that Forun's priesthood is the son of the forest, and his miracle is just right for these little creatures, so even Old Father Harpy, who was originally a paladin and not a priest, can use his unskilled miracle to bless this drying field.

It was also a sunny day, not only was the day of harvest sunny, but the next day, the sky was still cloudless. However, because of the harvest of the wheat planted in Hamlin the day before, many farmers suffered sunburn, so most of them got up early, and went home early to hide from the sun before midday, until the sun set in the west, and after breakfast and dinner, the farmers went down to the field with their farming tools on their shoulders. Hamlin lay idly on the bed. The results of this experiment are obvious to all, so next time, when these farmers have harvested, they will lead everyone to take out the ripe fertilizer and apply the base fertilizer. It's already June, and it's time to plant beans earlier, grow bean seedlings, and produce good bean tips, at least you don't have to eat two wild vegetables every day.