When night fell, everyone had nothing to do. Fangzheng looked at the energetic fellows who weren't sleeping and immediately called them over. He prepared all sorts of tools and went to harvest the Crystal Rice.
Crystal Rice was indeed different from ordinary rice. Although it had an outer shell after it matured, it would burst open and spit out a Crystal Rice grain that looked like crystal with a mere shake. With the harvest, the rice bucket in One Finger Monastery was finally filled with rice without extra left.
Looking at the Crystal Rice, Fangzheng suddenly felt moved and relieved that he didn't have to worry about starvation. He didn't know why either; perhaps, it was because he had been starving for too long in the past or perhaps there was another reason, but he had an instinctive desire to stock up on food. It was as if no amount of stockpile could be enough.
