Geng Dalin plopped down on the field ridge, looked at the field mouse in the basket, then at the packed sack of grains, and murmured, "Oh my, so much grain, how did this field mouse gather it all?"
"Field mice are smart indeed."
Yuan Chun directed Geng Dalin to dig another field mouse nest, this time the mouse they dug out was even bigger than the last one, but it hadn't hidden as much grain.
Still over thirty pounds.
Then, under Yuan Chun's sharp eye, Geng Dalin and Sun Chunfeng consecutively dug out five field mouse nests, extracting over one hundred and thirty pounds of rice.
Along with the rice dug out earlier, there was a full two hundred pounds.
Looking at the six large bags all filled with grain, the members of the Geng family were very pleased.
Geng Dalin and Sun Chunfeng dragged the grain to the entrance of the brigade office, using a grinder to mill the grains.
The husks were also ground finely into a powder.
