The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 186: Chapter 187: Yield

Nian Shutong rode Ha Ha, racing all the way, both enjoying the thrill of high speed.

Ha Ha was even more excited; he was no longer satisfied with merely running on flat ground but chose to navigate rocks, small hills, and even branches.

Leaping, climbing, diving.

If Nian Shutong had known about roller coasters, she would have had the perfect adjective to describe her current feelings.

When the duo finally arrived at the small wooden house, Nian Shutong clenched her teeth and jumped off Ha Ha’s back.

She stood with her hands behind her back, her back straight, walking into the small wooden house without any sign of panic.

Behind her, Ha Ha, who had transformed into a human form, excitedly said to Fu Yunhe, “We beat the meat! So much meat!”

“Good people said they’ll make braised pork ribs for me, not for you to eat.”

Fu Yunhe ignored the bragging Ha Ha and looked doubtfully towards the small wooden house.

Nian Shutong seemed off.

“Ha Ha, how did you come back?”

“Huh? We ran back.” Ha Ha gestured wildly, describing the complex maneuvers he had performed.

He turned to go to the small wooden house but, thinking of Nian Shutong just now, he turned back and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

In the small wooden house, Nian Shutong’s room.

Nian Shutong was sitting in meditation, feeling slightly nauseous from Ha Ha’s shaking.

“Knock, knock, knock”

“Nian Shutong, it’s time to eat.” Fu Yunhe placed the water glass at the door, asked nothing more, and left.

Having almost finished her meditation, Nian Shutong got up, opened the door, and noticed the prominently placed glass of water.

“Beautiful and thoughtful.” She picked up the glass and, although she hardly needed it now, drank it all at once.

After coming out, Nian Shutong shook the empty water glass at Fu Yunhe and silently said, “Thanks.”

Fu Yunhe just smiled faintly and turned to arrange the meal for everyone.

For breakfast, they had pies with tofu pudding.

The current tofu pudding contained an egg and green onion gravy, giving it a savory flavor.

If you preferred it sweet, you could add a bit of White Sugar, which was also available.

Nian Shutong went to their small dining table and sat down. She preferred the savory version, but Fu Yunhe, on the other hand, liked it sweet.

“Mom, the sweet one is tasty.”

“No! The savory one is tasty.”

Ji Sisi and Dou Dou started arguing.

Ha Ha, who was engrossed in eating his pie, swallowed and then looked up to say, “Both are tasty!”

He continued eating in silence.

The debate between sweet and savory had existed since ancient times; no one could ever truly win it.

During the meal, everyone ate until they were full, but Ji Sisi had two pies and two bowls of tofu pudding.

After eating, Ji Sisi, followed by Rubble, went to his workshop.

Rubble no longer resisted Ji Sisi since he realized she was willing to listen to his explanations. He had truly found a kindred spirit, and they got along unexpectedly well.

After breakfast, everyone returned to their respective duties.

Nian Shutong called out Fu Yunhe and the Wang family to start weighing.

She needed to calculate how much rice and wheat they had harvested.

After some calculations, a mu of paddy yielded about three thousand jin. According to Daodao, the previous yield on Blue Star was about two thousand five hundred jin.

The wheat yield was slightly less, about one thousand five hundred jin per mu, compared to the previous seven to eight hundred jin per mu on Blue Star, which was a significant improvement too.

The system’s seeds were powerful, and most importantly, they produced quickly.

Ten acres of rice fields yielded thirty thousand jin of rice.

Ten acres of wheat fields yielded fifteen thousand jin of flour.

The purchased granary was quickly put to use.

Watching the granary doors being closed, Nian Shutong felt a surge of emotion. No longer would she have to think twice before eating a potato.

“Xiao He, come over.” Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe moved to the side and took a seat on two chairs.

“I want you to draw a map for me to show them when the time comes.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Nian Shutong pointed her finger across the river, looking somewhat like she was giving strategic military orders.

“On the opposite bank, clear the land in ten-acre sections for easy management.”

“Every so often, preserve a row or two of trees; clear the rest for farming.”

“For the other vegetables, first plant each household’s yard, then plant twenty acres of each type.”

“Lastly, for the green onions, ginger, garlic, plant fifty acres each.”

“This time, you plan out who manages each plot. Once the land is cleared, let them handle it. I’ll just look at the harvest.”

As Nian Shutong spoke, a rough outline began to form in Fu Yunhe’s mind, and he had a better understanding of the expansive plans Nian Shutong had in mind.

If all these lands were harvested successfully, Blue Star could truly claim it had taken the first step in development.

The current fields, in addition to providing food, didn’t offer much else.

After all, clearing fields and maturing crops take time; despite the brief growth period, it still takes at least one to two months.

“Do we have enough labor?” Nian Shutong didn’t really want to keep finding people; she preferred to wait until things stabilized.

“With machines, we can manage.”

“That’s good.” Nian Shutong’s gaze turned towards Rubble and said, “Check on the Star Network and see. If they have what we need, buy it. Otherwise, let Rubble make it.”

She couldn’t just rely on the delicate Rubble to keep laboring.

“Understood.”

After agreeing, both got busy with their tasks.

Nian Shutong had talked about many things but hadn’t mentioned strawberries. She planned to plant the strawberries herself.

She had seen pictures of them—brightly colored and a type of fruit. There were almost no fruits on the interstellar scale, just a few simple types.

Their absence meant a potential market. When other crops couldn’t be sold on a large scale, strawberries could take on the role of making money.

Fu Yunhe went to find Wang Fu; clearing new fields was still the priority.

However, this time, after organizing the field-clearing crew, he had Wang Fu take some people to first tidy up the harvested rice and wheat fields so they could be promptly replanted.

Besides those clearing fields, there were many women and children. Fu Yunhe arranged for them to clear the land in front of their homes and taught them to plant vegetables.

Everyone was working hard. They ate so well that not working would have felt like a betrayal to themselves.

The logistics group’s kitchen was nearly always busy.

After breakfast, preparations for the lunch for over three hundred people continued non-stop; truly, there was no moment of rest.

Nian Shutong had marked out a plot for herself, where she directed several robots to work, while she herself was once again “butchering the hog.”

She deftly processed one hog after another.

Bowls of wild pork were sent to the refrigeration room to keep them fresh.

Some were sent directly to the kitchen to be cooked for lunch and dinner.

Thinking about honey, Nian Shutong also remembered the pig sculpture in the Space Button. She planned to use it to absorb toxins during her cultivation practice at night.

Perhaps it would yield unexpected results.