Chapter 924

Xia Qing had a sumptuous lunch and, after giving Dagu Monkey a bath and applying medicine, Zhong Tao and Dai Yan brought the Ninth Center's threshing machine, dryer, and ten employees into Territory No. 3. Xia Qing hired them to help harvest the two sheds of yellow-light rice and half a shed of green-light rice that had matured in the territory.

In late May, the Northern District 1 territory suffered from a return rain and hailstorm attack, causing the spring-sown rice that should have matured in late June to still be growing in the field now.

If it weren't for the fact that a bird tide might attack this territory, Xia Qing would have wanted the rice to grow for a few more days and be harvested after it was completely mature. But now, she just wanted to get the grain into the granary as soon as possible, otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to sleep.

Not only Xia Qing, but the allies of the Territory Alliance were also rushing to harvest spring-sown rice and corn. Tan Junjie discovered that they had suddenly started working together during his patrol. After asking Xia Qing for news, he sent patrol team members to notify other territory lords one by one, telling them that there might be a bird tide attack and letting them make their own decisions.

Although the patrol team only said it was "possible," the territory lords immediately picked up farm tools to harvest the spring-sown corn in the fields. Their rice seedlings were issued by the Territory Management Department and were planted more than half a month later than the Territory Alliance, so they weren't mature yet and couldn't be harvested.

Many hands make light work.

The two and a half mu of rice in Xia Qing's cultivated land were harvested, threshed, and dried in one afternoon, and bagged and placed on the shelves of the underground grain storage room. Xia Qing finally felt a little more at ease.

After harvesting the half mu of green-light corn tomorrow morning, together with the sunflower heads that had already been dried in Shed No. 6, she would be able to be completely at ease.

Bird tide? If you have the guts, come over! I'll shoot two with one gun!

The allies were all working by light to harvest grain, but Xia Qing, who hadn't slept all night and had harvested potatoes in the morning and rice in the afternoon, couldn't hold on anymore. She wished she could just pour the food into her stomach and lie flat to sleep.

Zhao Ze, who was also busy all day, announced the various indicators of the rice in the territory channel with joy, "Is everyone there? My LD-8 is finished. The harmful evolution plant ratio during the second harmful rain was about 18%, the loss during the growth process and the ratio of gradually turning into red-light was 4%. During harvest, the harmful element content of most rice increased by more than three points, reaching 10-12‰, with a yield of more than 1,100 jin per mu. How about everyone else's?"

The reason Zhao Ze dared to announce the yield in the territory channel was, first, because they were now using an encrypted chat channel, and second, because although the rice yield was high, he only had eight jin of rice seeds, planted less than half a mu of land, and only harvested three hundred-plus jin of rice.

Last year, the Fierce Fire hunting team used poison gas bombs, causing the harmful snow danger level in the Northern District 1 territory to climb, leading to a reduced yield of the territory lords' overwintering wheat. Therefore, Fierce Fire compensated the territory lords with LD-8 rice seeds with a harmful element content of seven-plus according to the number of mu of farmland damaged.

At that time, the damaged crops in Territory No. 4 were eight mu, so they only got eight jin of rice seeds. This yield made Zhao Ze's mouth unable to close from joy.

Zhu Li's voice also carried obvious exhaustion, "We are harvesting. The harmful evolution rate and loss are about the same as yours, the yield per mu will have to wait until after drying."

The order of using the dryer was still decided by drawing lots. Territory No. 4 and No. 10 were this morning, Xia Qing and Qi Fu were in the afternoon, and Territory No. 6 and No. 15 were in the evening. At this moment, the threshing and drying machines were in Territory No. 6, which was why Zhu Li's background sound was so noisy.

Qi Fu answered, "Mine is about the same as Zhao Ze's, LD-8 quality is really not bad."

Tang Huai, who was also busy all day, had his throat almost smoking, "Of course, this is Fierce Fire's best-selling grain variety."

After the joy of harvest, Xia Qing also pressed the intercom button, "Mine is about the same as everyone else's."

The 2.5 jin of HD-8 Xia Qing got, after seedling raising and transplanting, harvested 140 jin of rice, equivalent to 1,200 jin per mu, but there was no need to be too serious at this time.

The yields of Territory No. 5 and No. 10 must also be higher than Territory No. 4, because the two territories had the highest farming technology and experience and were the most willing to put in effort in the fields.

Hearing Xia Qing speak, Qi Fu, who was working in the greenhouse with the light on and putting down the rainproof cloth, straightened his waist and pressed the intercom button again, "Xia Qing, how is the yield of the other kind of rice?"

Hearing this question, all the territory lords in the territory channel pricked up their ears to listen.

Xia Qing pressed the intercom button again, "The harmful evolution rate of J-2 yellow-light rice is about 15%, the loss during the growth process and the ratio of gradually turning into red-light is 2%. During harvest, the harmful element content of most rice is 9-10‰, with a yield of 1,300 jin per mu."

Tang Huai was the first to press the button, his throat directly smoking, "Holy crap! This variety is more awesome than Fierce Fire's, and more awesome than the H-12 promoted by our base!"

Worthy of being a high-quality rice variety cultivated by Brother San's team! Tang Huai, whose ears were very sharp, of course knew that there were 200 mu of yellow-light J-2 planted in the Ninth Center next door, which could be harvested in November... 13 tons of yellow-light rice!

With so much grain, Tang Huai wanted to howl with excitement.

Wen Nengjie immediately followed up, "Brother Huai is right. The grain variety is good, and Sister Qing manages it well, so there can be such a high yield. Sister Qing, can I exchange 5 jin of yellow-light seeds with you?"

Although he didn't know how much J-2 Xia Qing planted, she must be able to take out five jin of seeds.

Before Xia Qing could speak, Zhang San's trademark, listless voice came from the territory channel, "1,300 jin? Reached the expected yield. Xia Qing, your planting technology still needs to be improved."

Everyone... There is always a mountain higher than another!

The idol went online, and Xia Qing was immediately spirited, "Brother San is right. I have often gone to the Ninth Center to learn rice planting technology over the past month, striving for the next crop of rice to reach the expected yield."

What was the expected yield? Everyone wanted to know, but Xia Qing didn't ask and Zhang San didn't say, so they didn't dare to speak. Because everyone could hear that the big shot seemed a bit unhappy.

Wen Nengjie seized this rare opportunity and followed Xia Qing closely, brushing his presence in front of the big shot, "Brother San, the quality of J-2 is better than Fierce Fire's LD-8, your breeding technology is truly awesome!"

Everyone: Old Wen, you have guts, even daring to flatter the big shot.

Xia Qing: Old Wen, you're done for.

Sure enough, the big shot's voice was still listless, "J-2 is a grain variety cultivated locally. It is normal for the harmful evolution rate and loss in local planting to be lower than the two kinds from other places; it cannot prove that the grain variety quality is better."

Wen Nengjie's brain spun crazily, and he immediately tried to make up for it, "You are right, it must be tested under various soil and climate conditions to accurately judge the quality of the grain variety. Brother San, I sold meat before the natural disaster and did odd jobs after the natural disaster. I haven't been farming for a full year yet, and I still have to follow you to learn more in the future."

Zhang San snorted coldly, "I don't have time."

Everyone...

Wen Nengjie... didn't dare to speak anymore, Sister Qing save me.

"Brother San, have you had dinner? I harvested potatoes today. Although they are yellow-light, the taste is not bad. Shall I send two chickens and five jin of potatoes to you?" Fan Xia Qing wasn't trying to save Wen Nengjie; she was trying to make her idol happy. The idol was very likely unhappy with the research progress of the Lan 5 super evolution bacteria, which was why he went online at this time.

Based on the iron fan's understanding of the idol, he definitely hadn't eaten dinner yet.

What to do if the idol is unhappy? Offer delicacies!

Zhang San answered listlessly, "No appetite."

No appetite? In this day and age, there is actually someone who has no appetite to eat green-light chicken meat?! In Territory No. 15, Wen Nengjie, holding a sickle, cursed and thought quickly about what green-light food that could stimulate appetite was in his territory.

Before he could think of it, Xia Qing spoke again, "Then do you want to eat some dewberries and figs to stimulate your appetite?"

Zhang San's mood improved a bit, "Forget about figs, pick some dewberries for me."

"Alright Brother San, I'll go right away." Xia Qing shoveled the stir-fried potato shreds into her mouth in a few bites and rushed to Greenhouse No. 1. This kind of wild fruit, dewberry, was specially planted by her to coax the idol. She discovered today that some small fruits had turned purple-black, but she didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Tan Qi in Territory No. 15 put a bundle of rice on the edge of the field and pressed the intercom button, "Brother San, there are green-light water celery flowers in my territory. Boiled with mung beans, it's refreshing and appetizing. Do you want some?"

Zhang San's interest increased, "Good. Pick some of the water celery flowers and tender leaves."

"Alright." Tan Qi responded crisply and ran to the river to pick wild vegetables.

Xia Qing, who was walking toward the northern buffer forest, sighed, and two red squirrels, one large and one small, who were stealing rice outside Greenhouse No. 10, were so scared by the sound that they immediately fled back to the tree hole.

Xia Qing didn't bother with the two freeloaders and sighed as she continued to walk forward.

Last year, Tan Qi sent her green-light water celery flowers once. Xia Qing thought at the time, could this kind of green-light plant that had no satiety and no taste catch the idol's eye? But later there were too many things, and she forgot about this.