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Old Mrs. Shen has lived for so many years, and she is very shrewd in dealing with people. This rice is ridiculously good. If other families receive the same harvest as theirs, then it is fine. If not, it is best not to make it public. Isn't it said that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot?

Which farmer doesn’t pay attention to his own harvest? If he sees that other people’s rice is so good, he would be lying if he wouldn’t be jealous.

Old Man Shen and Shen Jianlin both understood what she meant. They quickly pounded the rice, then put it into their own barn and closed the door tightly.

Old Man Shen was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly thought of a problem. His heart was instantly lifted again. "Our rice is so good. What should we do when the time comes to pay the public grain tax? Someone will still find out."

"This..." Speaking of this, Old Man Shen and Shen Jianlin were also a little worried. This was indeed a problem.

Shen Jianlin thought for a moment and said, "Mom, let's see if other people's rice is like this first."

"Okay." Old Mrs. Shen nodded and could only take things one step at a time.

…

The rice was ripe, and the sugarcane and corn planted on the other acres of land contracted by Old Man Shen could also be harvested. The whole family went to the fields again the next day.

First, we went to the cornfield to harvest corn. Isn't that easy? The corn is already grown, so we just reach out and pick it and put it in the basket. Even an ignorant kid can do it, and it doesn't require much physical strength. So when Fubao said he wanted to help, the whole family didn't stop him for the first time.

At first glance, this corn doesn't look anything special, except that it seems to be bigger than what I've harvested before, and each one is about the same size, with no small ones.

After the baskets were filled and brought back, Mrs. Shen took a dozen or so and planned to steam them in a pot for the whole family to eat. But after peeling a few, she found that the corn was growing in amazing quantities!

She quickly called over Old Man Shen, "Look, old man, this corn is growing really well!"

When Old Man Shen saw the corn kernels, they were so big and full that it seemed like the corn cob couldn't hold so many kernels. They were so crowded, but very neat, without even a worm hole. The corn he harvested in the past had many worm holes.

Thinking of yesterday's rice, Old Man Shen was a little skeptical and quickly peeled off the leaves of the remaining rice, only to find that it was just as good.

"This... this corn is really good, comparable to rice! Why are the crops our family grows so good this year?" Old man Shen was so happy that he felt that God was blessing the Shen family.

"That's right!" Old Mrs. Shen was also happy. "It seems that the God of Grains is really blessing us. When the autumn harvest is over, we will go to pay homage to him!"

"Okay!" Old Man Shen couldn't wait to transport the corn to the town to sell it. Such good corn would definitely sell for a high price!

The rice and corn are growing so well that he is looking forward to the sugarcane he will harvest tomorrow. He hopes it will be as good as this, so he won't have to worry about selling it!

Mrs. Shen put the corn into the pot, and after it was cooked, the aroma was more tempting than any other time she cooked corn, and the color was also very beautiful. The children rushed over, picked up one and ate it, not caring about the heat at all, and kept exclaiming that it was delicious.

After eating, Mrs. Shen and Mr. Shen had only one feeling, that is, in their lives, this was the first time they thought corn tasted so good. It was indescribably soft, sticky, sweet, and even better than the dishes they had in the county's state-owned restaurants.

It’s over, it’s over. I can’t bear to sell it. I really want to keep it all at home and eat it myself!