The next morning, Jiang Chan began "preparing medicine" in the most conspicuous place by the field, in front of several passing outer gate servants.

She found several kinds of weeds that had a particularly strong smell and looked a bit like wormwood, stuffed them all into the stone mortar, and pounded them with the pestle!

Green grass sap splashed everywhere, emitting an indescribable, sour, astringent, and foul odor, even more pungent than the original wormwood and sulfur water!

"Hey, Junior Sister Bai, what are you up to now? It smells so strong!" A passing servant asked, pinching his nose.

"Nothing! I just came up with a new insect repellent formula!" Jiang Chan said loudly on purpose, applying even more pressure with her hands. "Let's see if it works! Let's fumigate those blind bugs to death!"

She filled a wooden bucket with the sticky, pungent-smelling "fake pesticide," and then, deliberately at dusk, carried the bucket of "fake pesticide" to a spot near the woods by the field, and symbolically sprinkled some on a few blades of grass. The strong, strange smell could drift far away on the wind.

Li Xiaohou, crouching at the edge of the woods, could see clearly: "Hey! Junior sister, that was a brilliant move! Lin Wanqing's lackey is hiding in the bushes behind, watching! He's covering his nose, his face all scrunched up!"

This is exactly the effect Jiang Chan wanted! To make them think that this was a "secret recipe," something that was both smelly and useless!

On the other side, she carefully stored away the sulfur-containing mineral powder that was actually used to control the iron beetles. The few healthy mother plants that she had carefully selected and kept for seeds were also secretly transplanted to the most remote and inconspicuous spot in the medicinal herb field, and disguised with weeds. The bamboo notebook for recording yield data was hidden in the thatch on the roof of the shed.

Days passed by.

The Dewdrop Grass has entered its most crucial late growth stage.

The scene in Jiang Chantian's field has become a spectacle in the entire Bingqu miscellaneous fields!

Those stalks of dew-covered grass had roots and stems as thick as saplings, and their dark green leaves were thick and large, with a glossy, waxy coating on the edges.

The most amazing thing is that the dew that condenses on the back of the leaves is no longer the small, scattered water droplets that used to be like millet grains, but rather plump, round, soybean-sized, crystal-clear "big pearls"!

The seeds hung densely on the veins of the leaves, weighing them down and bending them over! When the sun shone on them, the whole field looked like it was sprinkled with tiny silver beads, so dazzling that it made one's eyes dizzy.

Although Wang Laoqi, Li Xiaohou, and Zhao Danian's fields are not as good as Jiang Chan's, they are still much better than in previous years!

The stalks grew thicker, the leaves more numerous, and the dewdrops became much denser. The smiles on the three people's faces never faded, and they worked with even more energy. Every now and then, they would gather around Jiang Chantian's field, their eyes shining as they gazed at the promising harvest.

"Junior Sister Bai! It's done! It really is done!" Li Xiaohou rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"This...this output, it's going to scare Zhou Bapi to death!" Old Wang grinned foolishly.

Aunt Zhao didn't say anything, but patted Jiang Chan's shoulder hard, her eyes full of relief and gratitude.

Jiang Chan felt a warm glow inside, like a small stove burning within her. She began organizing her assessment materials. Finding a few relatively smooth bamboo strips, she carefully copied down the records from the past few months: which day the fertilizer was piled, what materials were used, and how many times it was turned over; which day the pesticide was sprayed, and what insects it targeted; which plants were the preferred mother plants, and how well they were growing; which day the plants were watered…

And most importantly—the daily observations of plant height, number of leaves, and dew density changes... all recorded clearly, stroke by stroke.

At the same time, she carefully sorted out the parts of the "Basic Agronomic Knowledge Base" provided by the system that were most suitable for the world and for Dewdrop Grass, combined with her own practical experience over the past few months.

She wrote down in the most straightforward and simplest language how to compost, how to choose good seeds, and how to deal with several common insects using traditional methods. This is "Bai's High-Efficiency Spirit Plant Cultivation Method," which she plans to pass on to Wang Laoqi and his colleagues.

The evening before the assessment.

Jiang Chan stood on the edge of the field, looking at this yellow earth that had once filled her with despair.

A gentle evening breeze rustled the plump leaves of the dew-covered grass, and the dewdrops reflected a warm, golden-red light in the setting sun, like a small golden ocean. The air was filled with the unique fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with the aroma of earth.

A bumper harvest is in sight.

Three months of hard work, countless drops of sweat, and unwavering perseverance have finally come to an end.

She took a deep breath, a mixture of satisfaction and barely perceptible tension in her eyes, and turned to go back to her shack to rest. Tomorrow would be a day that would determine her fate.

On the day of the assessment, it was still dark.

Jiang Chan got up. She called Wang Laoqi, Li Xiaohou, and Zhao Danian, and together they took the prepared bamboo baskets and small sickles for picking herbs. Braving the cool morning mist, they walked expectantly toward her medicinal herb field, number C73.

Wang Laoqi was still excitedly muttering, "Junior Sister Bai, I dreamt last night that the grass we picked was piled up into a small mountain! Zhou Bapi's face was so long..."

Li Xiaohou chuckled, "Hehe, I dreamt about it too! This time we can finally hold our heads high..."

Aunt Zhao also had a smile on her face and walked briskly.

However, as they rounded the last bend, the fields came into clear view—

All the smiles, all the anticipation, all the excitement, froze on my face in an instant!

The bamboo basket in Li Xiaohou's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Wang Laoqi stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide open, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Aunt Zhao gasped, swayed, and clung tightly to a small tree nearby.

Jiang Chan felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, and her blood seemed to freeze instantly!

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