Su Binglan remembered where the rapeseeds were, so she entered the mountain and headed in that direction. She smiled when she saw the vast rapeseed field and began to pick them.
She mainly put the rapeseed in her pocket because the basket she brought was insufficient. Moreover, the rapeseed would improve and overgrow when she put them in her pocket dimension, and their oil yield would be much higher.
While she busied herself at the back of the mountain, her first granduncle gathered the villagers. The village quickly gathered since Chief Su had told them to. After all, he had a lot of prestige in the village.
Everyone wondered if he had something important to say. Otherwise, he would not have told them to gather so suddenly.
A small square in the village was the village's wheat field. The villagers typically sundried their wheat, piled their wheat straws and split their rice in the village's wheat field.
