For every descendant of the Celestial Dynasty, farming is a gene carved into our very bones. I decided to step in and oversee the process myself, ensuring every step followed my instructions.
I calculated the time; it must have been July. I asked if corn planted in July could even be harvested. A farmer told me it would be ready by November. Having been in this world for so long, I hadn’t seen any snow in winter, nor was it particularly cold, so if they said it could be harvested, then it certainly could.
I had people round up a large group of children and instructed them to pick out the largest corn kernels and wheat seeds. Time was pressing, so I had them plant in batches as they went. For the corn, I wanted three seeds planted at fifty-centimeter intervals. But how far is fifty centimeters? Seeing the confused looks on their faces, I quickly made a small wooden stick. I told them, "This is the length—one stick’s distance." They were to use the stick to mark a spot, dig a small hole, and drop in the seeds. It was eye-opening to see the difference; these girls were mostly eight to ten years old, and a single step for them was exactly fifty centimeters. All they had to do was press down with their heels to create a hole, drop in the corn, and have someone else cover it with soil. Because the land had never been farmed and I had recently cleared it with fire, it was incredibly fertile. The girls had done farm work before, so after a few demonstrations, they caught on. They w…
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