The commotion caused by the award certificate was just the beginning.
In just a week, Ping'an Farm had completely changed.
The corn stalks in the field had already grown to half a person's height, with wide, thick leaves, a vibrant green.
The sweet potato vines were even more rampant, covering the ridges entirely, so no soil could be seen.
The villagers, with nothing better to do, loved to gather by the fields, pointing and exclaiming in awe at the sight.
"It's only been a few days, and it's grown better than a month's worth at others' homes!"
"These aren't seeds, they're golden nuggets!"
Tian Laosan's wife, hiding behind the crowd, whispered sourly to her husband.
"Golden nuggets? I think it's witchcraft, that woman is a fox spirit."
Tian Laosan tapped her arm with his tobacco pipe, hissing under his breath.
"Shut up! Do you want to die?"
He looked at the vibrant field, then at Lin Wan Yi, who was surrounded by villagers asking for advice, and he regretted it deeply.
