He collected some hemp crop seeds in the southern village.
About ten or so pounds in total.
No one was willing to help him turn the soil and plant them.
The residents here thought hemp wasn't edible, wasn't important, and didn't see the need to put much effort into planting it.
Ma Lin himself didn't want to exert too much effort either.
He set a patch of land on fire, cleaned it up, and turned the soil with stones, not very meticulously.
He buried the hemp seeds into the ground.
He didn't expect them to grow so well.
He just hoped that there would be hemp outside the village, so during the harvest time, they wouldn't have to go so far.
It took him two days to plant less than two acres.
The hemp village in the northwest produced a lot of hemp fibers, but it was a long journey, and no one wanted to travel that far.
Therefore, it was best for these nine villages to have their own hemp crops to achieve self-sufficiency in textiles.
