This time, their family harvested around 150 jin per mu of grain. Zhou Anran already calculated the total harvest, weighing around 2250 jins from fifteen mu of land.
It was a decent harvest considering that the neighbouring fields had relatively poor harvest. They only received less than 100 jin per mu of land.
There were even some fields that completely failed or yielded less than 50 jin per mu, a total harvest failure.
In comparison to such results from other people, their family was already thankful for their current harvest.
"Elder Sister, what did you use? Your fields actually yield such a high harvest." Zhou Shuran was slightly envious, but she had no malicious intention.
On the contrary, she was going to hide the result from her mother. She knew that the reason Chen Huayun had allowed her to go to her elder sister's fields was mainly to spy on her.
