August 8th.
Bay City.
Clear skies.
The harvesting breeze of autumn blew gently.
In the boundless farmlands, golden rice swayed in the wind.
Large harvesting machines were about to start this year's busy season.
The racing golem train brought back carriages full of grains.
During breaks between work, everyone eagerly discussed this year's harvest.
Everyone's face was filled with the joy of harvest.
"The yield of the highest-producing acre has already exceeded 1,000 jin, more than twice that of the Karl Plains farmlands."
"There are several acres with yields reaching 980 jin, and even the lowest-yielding fields seem to have over 870 jin. This year is definitely a bountiful harvest!"
"Hehe, our lands were developed early, well maintained, with ample fertilizer and quick seed selection. Naturally, the overall yield is excellent."
