Magistrate Xu has seen the vast expanse of yellow color—it was beautiful and relieving, especially when one remembered the decreasing harvest each batch.
He subconsciously pushed his feet to take quicker steps, and then realized that someone was even faster than him. Han Tingxun had already been standing in front of Shun Zi and Merchant Yang.
The three seemed to be familiar with each other.
When he saw they were trying to weigh the paddy rice, he couldn't resist asking.
"It's… it's…" Shun Zi took a deep breath, and Merchant Yang's expression turned solemn.
"Three hundred and fifty jin per mu! It increased again!" He muttered loudly, causing the men around them to stare at him wide-eyed.
"Over three hundred jin! Am I dreaming? Tell me… ouch!" One man hissed, glaring at the person beside him.
His companion shook his head, taking a deep breath. "You are not dreaming!"
