After the rain came clear skies, but they waited nearly another day after the weather cleared. Once most of the moisture in the cornfields had evaporated, Luo Chong began arranging the harvesting operations early on the third morning.
This was the Han Tribe's first time using automated machinery to harvest grain, so its significance was enormous. Before dawn, the convoy was already fully prepared at the base. Twenty-one tractors had trailers hitched behind them, while six harvesters led the way. It was still too early for Xiao Die and the children to attend, but Luo Chong had brought his guards together into a mounted unit and was riding horses to the work area to observe. The guards accompanying him had also brought two cameras to take commemorative photographs.
The convoy rumbled along the mechanized farm roads between the fields and finally reached the area where operations were about to begin. Before long, She Xin, the Prefect of Liuyang Commandery; Lu Guangzhu, the Prefect of Weishan Commandery; Yun Zhi, the Prefect of Ruyang Commandery; Yang Yan, the Prefect of Nanzhang Commandery; and several other nearby prefects had also arrived to watch the mechanical harvest.
After all, this was the Han Tribe's first time—and humanity's first time in this world. It was understandable that those who lived far away might not come, but if these men, who lived nearby, failed to show up, they would inevitably regret it. Besides, as prefects and powerful officials governing entire regions, keeping up with current developments and paying attention to changes was only right.
Arriving with them was a technical support team of more than a dozen people from Xingang Commandery. It included technicians and researchers, most of them from the Agricultural Machinery Group. They were responsible for maintaining the machinery during this harvesting operation. If