Before long, Fang Qing's soybeans were harvested, yielding 500 jin of soybeans from two mu of land.
In an era when the average yield per mu was only a few dozen jin, the figure of five hundred jin once again convinced the villagers that this land in front of the mountain possessed supernatural powers.
Fang Qing sold most of the harvested soybeans, and planned to use the rest to make oil.
A few days later, the corn in the fields ripened, and everyone began the autumn harvest.
That morning, Fang Qing and her family of three rode in an oxcart to harvest corn.
The corn on these two acres was from seeds that Fang Qing redeemed from the system, and it grew much stronger than the corn on other people's land.
Fang Daniu had imagined that their harvest would be better than last year, and when the day of harvest actually arrived, the smile on his face did not disappear.
One by one, large ears of corn were loaded into oxcarts and then hauled home, leaving passersby in awe.
In the past, these two acres of land would yield at most a thousand catties, but this year Fang Daniu hauled more than a dozen truckloads home, more than double the amount of previous years.
The news spread throughout Fangjia Village in less than half a day that their family had such a good harvest, and even the village chief came to visit.
The corn was drying in the yard, its large, golden ears making anyone's mouth water.
The fact that bean sprouts can produce so many potatoes might be due to the soil, but everyone's cornfield is the same, so why can his family produce so many?
"It's all the same land, Da Niu, how do you farm?"
Fang Daniu scratched his head sheepishly.
"I don't know either, it's all Douya's mother who takes care of the fields."
All eyes were on Zhao, making her feel embarrassed.
"This...it might be the seeds that the bean sprouts bought back then."
She thought about this for a long time before coming up with it.
Bean Sprout and Little Bean were calculating how much money they could make from the corn.
"Bean sprouts, where did you buy the seeds from?" the village chief asked.
"I bought it from an old man, and I don't even know him."
Before the village chief could even speak after Fang Qing finished speaking, Zhang Shi squeezed out from the crowd.
"Don't tell me you're afraid everyone will grow crops like this and you don't want to talk about it."
"That's right, Bean Sprout, when there's such a good thing, we should all work together to make money!"
"Where did you buy these seeds from?"
Everyone in the courtyard turned to look at her, their eager eyes practically wanting to devour her.
"It's not that I don't want to tell everyone, I really don't know that old man."
Zhang pursed her lips, clearly not believing it.
“We’ve always treated your family well, but now you’re even keeping a single seed a secret. It’s truly disheartening to see your fellow villagers like this.”
"That's right, we really misjudged your family. Don't come to us for anything in the future."
"Let's go, let's go. Since you don't even want to tell everyone about the seeds, we don't care."
"Selfish."
Zhang glared at Fang Daniu.
"Da Niu, are you really not going to tell your aunt where you bought the seeds? We're family."
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really don't know."
Seeing the state of their family, Zhang became angry.
"Fine, let's not have any dealings between our two families anymore!"
She stormed off after saying that, and many others followed suit, grumbling and cursing as they left.
Soon, only Fang Sanhua, the village chief, and a few villagers with whom she usually got along well remained in the courtyard.
“Da Niu, the harvest from your two acres of land is almost as good as that from five or six acres of other people’s land. If everyone in our village planted crops like this, we wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry.”
"Back when you were young, there was a famine in our area. Every household had nothing to eat, and the villagers were starving. You should know how unbearable that feeling was."
The village chief's words moved many people present. They had all experienced hunger, and even now they couldn't say they could eat their fill every day. How could they not be envious when they saw such crops?
Fang Daniu felt bad, and Fang Qing glanced at him and stepped forward.
"Uncles and elders, please don't worry. My family has been taken care of by the villagers, and we naturally can't forget everyone now that such a good thing has happened."
"Although I don't know who the old man who sold me the seeds was, the crops have been grown now, and we have plenty of seeds for everyone who wants them."
Everyone's eyes lit up instantly when Fang Qing said that.
"Bean sprouts, you mean you can sell us seeds?"
"Of course, if you want some, just write your name down with my dad, and we'll pick out the seeds for you after we harvest the corn kernels."
Cheers erupted in the courtyard.
A smile spread across the village chief's face. After a pause, he asked, "What are your prices here?"
With such a yield of seeds, wouldn't they sell for tens of coins per kilogram?
"We're all from the same village, so we'll just charge the price of corn kernels, 3 coins per pound."
As Fang Qing finished speaking, the people in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment.
Is this bean sprout stupid?
"Bean sprout, you may be young and not know, but the county buys ordinary corn kernels for two coins a pound, and sells the seeds for ten coins a pound."
Even Fang Daniu looked at Fang Qing.
Fang Qing was still smiling.
“I know, but aren’t we all fellow villagers? Besides, ensuring that every family has enough to eat is a good deed, how can we take advantage of this to make money off everyone? This year, we’ll sell it for 3 coins. Once everyone has grown good corn, I can sell it to everyone at the seed price next year.”
Everyone watched her without saying a word for a long time.
This is definitely not something a six-year-old child would say.
Each of them put themselves in the shoes of others, wondering if they would have the same determination to contribute seeds as bean sprouts if they grew this crop themselves.
They all have their own selfish motives.
Many people's eyes welled up with tears.
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