Summer passed and autumn arrived.
In the thirteen-acre Spiritual Field at Jadeite Cliff, the rice ears were full and almost drooping to the ground, revealing the evenly filled Spiritual Grains within.
Fang Xi held a sickle in hand and began to harvest.
The growth of the Red Blood Spirit Rice was approximately as he had estimated, yielding three hundred catties per acre.
In the meantime, Xiumu came seeking Fang Xi with a shameless face, wanting to introduce a few Spirit Farmers from his own lineage, but Fang Xi directly refused.
Then, Wei Yixin also arrived, boasting of his bountiful harvest from a recent excursion and inviting Fang Xi to join him on an adventure outside the island.
To this, Fang Xi naturally rolled his eyes and refused just the same.
By now, his acquaintance with these two families had truly started to fade.
This was exactly what Fang Xi needed.
