Of course, after the millet is harvested, it must be threshed.

The threshed millet must be dried in the sun, and after drying, the chaff must be ground with stone grinding discs and stone grinding rods.

Only then can we become white-flowered rice.

But even so, twelve thousand catties of millet can produce eight or nine thousand catties of rice.

Such an amount is more than staggering.

Even the big grain-growing county next door would never be able to achieve such a large output.

Everyone looked at Li Cong's statistics and marveled.

Only Yi Mingxue couldn't help but curse in her heart.

Because this first crop was planted in winter, for the sake of survival rate, she added the purest spiritual power.

Will the seedlings cultivated by supernatural powers without adding water not have a good harvest?

This is still winter rice, and the yield has been reduced due to weather conditions.

If we change the sowing season to a normal one, I'm afraid we might not be able to produce thousands of kilograms of rice per acre, which would directly alert the person on the throne.

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Chapter completed!