The strong body looks extremely powerful.

And he was covered with layers of iron chains, pulling the huge harvester behind him.

This giant steel monster began to work after being debugged by two craftsmen sent from the countryside.

The bull demon dragged it towards the continuous wheat field.

The sharp blade, driven by the transmission device, cuts the wheat into pieces.

Several huge pieces of slurry were shaking, separating the ears of the fallen wheat from the stalks.

One such harvester can harvest one to two hundred acres of wheat in one day.

The labor force required is nothing more than an ox demon and a harvester.

The farmers on the ridge looked straight-eyed.

"Village chief, how much does a machine like this cost?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"I heard from the villagers that the price of a harvester in the county is two hundred ingots of fragrant copper!" the village chief replied.

"It's not expensive!" The villagers said one after another: "If we save for a year, we should be able to buy two of them!"

"Village chief, village chief, let's go buy it next year!"

The village chief listened and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and said with a smile: "Okay! Okay! Let's buy two units next year, no... three!"

While he was talking, one acre of wheat field had been harvested.

Zhao Shuo led his men to put all the wheat in the harvester into baskets, and then carried them to the field ridge.

In front of everyone, count the wheat in the basket.

Separate the spiritual wheat from the ordinary wheat.

This is a very simple matter - Lingmai is much heavier than Fanmai!

Gently toss the ears of wheat in the basket. The top ones are ordinary wheat and the bottom ones are spiritual wheat.

Then by visual inspection, anyone can tell the difference between Lingmai and Fanmai.

So, soon, people separated the wheat from this acre of land.

A standard scale that had been prepared early was pushed over.

Zhao Shuo stepped forward and weighed the Lingmai, then turned back excitedly to the village chief and said, "Village Chief, there are fifty kilograms of Lingmai in this acre of land!"

The village chief couldn't believe his ears. He quickly stepped forward, looked at the scale carefully, and then checked the wheat. After confirming that it was correct, the village chief immediately knelt down and started crying.

"Fifty catties of spiritual wheat... hahaha... fifty catties of spiritual wheat!"

One acre of land produced fifty kilograms of spiritual wheat!

If this were the case, wouldn't the village's two thousand acres of wheat land be able to produce one hundred thousand kilograms of wheat?

If this is the case, then every household can eat spiritual food porridge!

Spiritual food is no longer exclusive to pregnant women, the elderly, and children.

Three years ago, the village chief remembered that he had just fled here and came here.

The clothes are in rags, the figure is haggard, and he is almost dead!

It was the people from Liujun who cooked him a bowl of spiritual food porridge and saved his life!

At that time, spiritual food was a rare thing even in Liu County, and it was rare to see it!

A few taels per acre is already a good harvest.

But now, it’s actually calculated by the pound!

And it’s fifty pounds per acre!

Zhao Shuo also led someone to weigh Fanmai, which also weighed 400 kilograms, almost four stones!

Including Lingmai, it is almost the same as last year’s harvest.

However, the output of spiritual food has increased dozens of times!
Chapter completed!