On a certain day in early November, Lin Wanwan sat in a pavilion she built by the field, holding little Qingyu, watching the busy people in the farmlands, feeling quite like a wealthy landlord.
The autumn wind blew gently; this was indeed the season of harvest!
Today was a big day for Lin Wanwan! She wanted to personally witness how much yield the seeds she had sown in the Great Tang would produce.
Time passed minute by minute, and the harvested rice plants piled up more and more.
The people in the field, barefoot, with sleeves rolled up, using sickles to harvest the rice were working diligently, not only because Lin Wanwan paid them well, but mainly because they were part of the Lin clan. Seeing those heavy rice stalks, their hearts burned with excitement!
Even though it hadn't been measured yet, just from visual estimation, it had far exceeded their expectations.
It turned out that scholars could indeed merely use words to command others to cultivate such fruitful lands!
