It didn't take long for Lin Yuelan's family's five mu of land to be covered in golden yellow paddy. The rice straws were bent over by the grains, which looked extremely lovely and eye-catching.
As a result, Lin yuelan's family's rice fields welcomed batch after batch of surprised and curious villagers. They stopped in front of them and looked at the rice with envy and some jealousy, but most of them had their own thoughts.
"look at these paddies. The yield per mu is at least five or six stones, " he said in an envious tone.
"I don't think it's five or six stones. It's at least Seven Stones!" The man said in an experienced manner.
This was because his family did the best farm work every year, and their harvest was also the best. Sometimes, the yield per mu could reach four to five stone. That was why he said so with such certainty.
His words shocked the others.
"No way!"
