By this time, the harvested Spirit Wheat and Spirit Rice Paddy had been dried and undergone preliminary processing. They could now be weighed.
After totaling everything up,
Of these six acres, five were planted with Spirit Wheat and one with Spirit Rice Paddy.
Yang Genshuo could already see the yield of the Spirit Rice Paddy. There were a full 1,200 jin!
The yield from the five acres of Spirit Wheat had also improved compared to the Spirit Fields in Tiger-Leopard Forest and the Yang Family Estate, averaging 600 jin per acre.
"The concentration of spiritual energy determines whether the land is fertile. Spirit Lake is better suited for hybrid varieties; it can support them."
"Counting the four acres of Spirit Fields back home, this year's total output is 5,000 jin of Spirit Wheat. We can finally put a little pressure on the Fasting Cake assembly line."
"With 1,200 jin of Spirit Rice, Yang Shi, Jiang Xiaobai, Yang Fu, and Huzi can split it. Each of them will get 300 jin, enough to last a year."
As for his own daily consumption, he could practically carrot chicken.
"Next, we'll see whether Blackstone Sect can swallow this many Fasting Cakes."
Yang Genshuo rested for a while, then time continued to accelerate.
[Year 9, Day 290. Bai Heyu arrived late, worry etched between his brows. He had none of his usual enthusiasm for organizing the Demon Venerable Tournament.]
"Senior Brother Bai, do you have something troubling you? I've noticed that you've been spacing out frequently during Demonic Dao Kill lately."
Over the years, Yang Shi and Bai Heyu had long since become friends. Though the gap between their realms was enormous, their shared interests had made them kindred spirits.
"Alas, Brother Shi, I've been thinking about something."
"Oh? What is it?"