Though farming was quite tiring, the harvest was also deeply satisfying.
Snow-white spirit rice fell to the ground. Xu Chunniang no longer hesitated, taking out the spiritual artifact specially used to collect spirit rice and beginning the harvest.
She started with the ordinary spirit rice.
Perhaps because the spiritual energy in the spirit field was more abundant, the yield from half a spirit field had risen from 400 jin to 420 jin. The increase was not much, but it was better than nothing.
Then came the Crescent Rice.
Compared with ordinary spirit rice, Crescent Rice had a much lower yield, but she still harvested a full 200 jin.
Finally, there was the Crescent Rice that had received special care.
Xu Chunniang turned her gaze toward that small patch. Snow-white Crescent Rice lay there in a thick layer, lovely as jade and snow.
From thirty-six spiritual rice plants, she harvested a full 27 jin. The yield was twice that of ordinary Crescent Rice, nearly matching the yield of ordinary spiritual rice.
A thought flashed through Xu Chunniang's mind. If, when sowing next time, she used this improved Crescent Rice as seed, could she double the yield of Crescent Rice?
At the thought of such a possibility, she was eager to give it a try, wishing she could begin sowing at once.
But if she did that, the spirit field would probably require even more spiritual energy. If she truly wanted to plant it, she would need to plan carefully.
Xu Chunniang shook her head and temporarily suppressed the thought. There was no rush to sow anyway; she could think about it after turning in the spirit rice.
After sorting out all her harvest, Xu Chunniang headed toward the summit of Spiritual Plant Peak, preparing to submit the spirit rice.
The summit