The spirit rice has matured, and hundreds of spirit farmers are busy in the fields.
Ji An looked at the bustling scene and shook his head slightly.
Liu Erhu, who had been observing his expression, stepped forward and said with a smile:
"Junior Martial Uncle, you can rest today. You can start planting the next batch tomorrow.
With your planting efficiency, earning Contribution Points is so effortless."
In his heart, he marveled that with the other party's magic, Yellow Sprout Rice could mature in eight days, yielding millions of catties of spirit rice. He wondered how the Sect would reward this.
Ji An shook his head and laughed, saying:
"If I continue planting, the price of Yellow Sprout Rice will immediately plummet, and I won't earn many Contribution Points."
He now understood well that the yield of Yellow Sprout Rice in the Western Continent could be very high, but all forces maintained a relatively stable price to ensure low-tier disciples have a livelihood.
