Now, the seedlings raised in early April by the Mo Family were grown, and the terraced fields were filled with spring water, just waiting to be transplanted. Transplanting is easy work, aside from getting a bit sunburned, and having sore waists and legs from bending for too long, it didn't require much effort. Each day, there was also a wage of fifteen to twenty wen, so every villager who had time and could transplant quickly made their way to do so.
The rice variety was a hybrid from a previous life, and there were certain requirements for the spacing between seedlings and rows; they couldn't be too dense, or it would lead to decreased yield, and weeding and pest control would also be inconvenient.
Despite having cautioned them at the beginning, Mo Yan still worried that some people would transplant according to the spacing used previously. Once she was done with the tasks in the herbal garden, she made a special trip to that terraced field.
