Li Pan and Zhang Yu were in charge of cooking, while the others handled the harvest, drying and weighing. They quickly aired the crops before taking them back to the base to dry, since the boss was waiting for the food.
The sorghum and corn had ripened, black oats, soybeans, mung beans, and purple clover had all matured. The soybean yield wasn't much; each acre only produced a little over three hundred pounds. There was nothing she could do about it, as that was just the kind of yield these crops had.
The yields of the remaining crops were quite good. Potatoes, sweet potatoes, and taro had been replanted once, yielding tens of thousands of pounds.
This harvest was finally a bountiful one, and everyone wore a relieved and joyful expression on their face.
"Xue Dong, do the accounting, keep what you need to eat, and sell the rest to me. Write me an IOU so I can take it away," Qin Jianzhong said.
A space superpower user was specially invited to pack the grains.
