It was now August and September, and the rice was about to be harvested in the second season.
On the way, he had also looked at the golden rice fields and felt especially gratified.
Seeing that this year's harvest was very good, the commoners could not go hungry anymore.
This was one of the most important matters of the people as a ruler.
However, what he did not expect was that the rice fields in Taoyuan Village looked even more gratifying. The harvest must have been even better.
However, in the past two to three years, Taoyuan Village's harvest was always better than other places.
In other places, the best harvest was about seven stones per mu, but in Taoyuan Village, it was eight or nine stones per mu.
The Emperor looked at the gratifying rice fields and asked with a smile," Girl, when can we harvest these rice?"
