Time flashed by.
It had already been ten months since the Liu-Zhao Clans had perished and completely exited the stage.
Over those ten months, many joyous events had taken place in the Wang Clan. Sixth Grandfather Wang Xiaohan's Spirit Platform Banquet had been held with tremendous fanfare. After that came the wedding of his elder sister, Wang Luoyi, and Chen Fangjie.
And in just a few days, it would be Wang Shouzhe's own wedding day.
The Wang Clan could truly be said to be flourishing with each passing day, with happy occasions arriving one after another.
It was once again nearly time for the autumn harvest.
Within Fenggu Farm.
Across thousands of acres of fertile fields, rice stalks in the middle and later stages of grain filling rolled like waves upon the sea, swaying up and down in the wind in a magnificent sight.
The tenant farmers bustled through the fields, carefully tending the rice. They applied fertilizer wherever needed and picked out the barnyard grass lurking among the rice like fish-eyed beads mixed with pearls, the weeds that had slipped through the net.
Barnyard grass looked extremely similar to rice and could be considered rice's ancestor. Only after generations of selective cultivation by their forebears had today's rice come into being. Yet it grew wildly and could never be completely eradicated, competing with the rice for precious nutrients.
If it was not thoroughly dealt with, it would certainly affect the rice's grain filling.
The tenant farmers labored bitterly, but this year, amid their hard work, every one of them wore delighted expressions.
That was because the main family had somehow obtained a new rice variety this year. They said half of Fenggu Farm's land would be planted with the new seed.
At first, the tenant farmers had complained in