Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 252: Deciding to Make a Small Profit (4)_1

"Haha, this is so much fun!"

Little Fur Ball watched in a daze, vaguely understanding what was happening, like a child discovering a new toy. He rolled around with delight, listening to the crackling sounds of the beans popping, and howled with pride.

Listening to their carefree laughter, Mo Yan’s heart felt serene, dispelling some of the negativity that the nightmare had brought. She couldn’t resist taking off her shoes and stepping onto the beans with her bare feet.

At first, the stiff soybean stalks were a bit uncomfortable on her feet, and the sharp pods could be painful if she wasn’t careful. But after stepping on them a few times, the soles of her feet began to warm up, and the stimulation made her want to continue.

The three siblings, along with a little tiger cub, played like this for quite some time, nearly crushing half of the pods. It was only when it was time for lunch that they reluctantly put their shoes back on.

In the afternoon, more than a dozen villagers began to beat the soybean stalks with tools, causing even more beans to burst out and fly everywhere.

After a session of beating, most of the pods had opened to release the beans. The rest, not fully dried, would not release their beans and needed more sun. They would continue to dry them tomorrow and beat them again then.

The villagers piled the stalks to one side and then drew the tarpaulin together in the middle, where the small yellow beans, mixed with broken leaves and empty husks, accumulated like little mountains.

When they had checked the direction of the wind, they took up wooden tools resembling shovels and stood at the side. With each shovelful, the beans mixed with leaves and husks were tossed high, and as the wind blew, the leaves and husks naturally separated and drifted away, leaving behind plump little yellow beans on the tarp.

Once all the beans were separated, they filled them into bamboo baskets using winnowing fans. After a rough weighing, the ten acres of soybean stalks had yielded a whopping two thousand six hundred pounds of yellow beans.

The villagers who had come to help were astounded when they heard this and quickly asked the person doing the weighing if there had been a mistake.

One must know that their own soybeans, when dried well, yielded only about a hundred and eighty pounds per acre. Even if these beans contained moisture and needed more drying, the yield was at least two hundred thirty pounds, a full fifty pounds more than theirs!

"No mistake, no mistake, how could there be a mistake? Little boss, your family’s soybeans are really extraordinary!"

The villager who helped with the weighing gave Mo Yan a thumbs-up, full of envy. Although he wondered why the yield of the Mo Family’s soybeans was higher, he considered that since the Mo Family had someone else take care of the plants from planting to harvest, maybe it was because they had grown vegetables before, which enriched the soil and led to such a good soybean harvest?

Looking at the baskets full of perfect beans, which were even better than what the seed shop sold, a thought crossed his mind, and he sheepishly said to Mo Yan, "Little boss, your soybeans are excellent. Once they’re dry, could you sell me some for planting?"

Hearing this, the others also had a light bulb moment and chimed in, "Right, right, little boss, sell some to my family too when the time comes. We’ll pay the same price as the seed shop, or even a little more."

"Sure, once the beans are dry, anyone who wants to buy them for planting can come over. The price will be the same as the seed shop’s. And if anyone else in the village wants to buy seeds, please let them know as well."

Mo Yan happily agreed, selling to the villagers was just as good as selling to the shop, and it saved her the effort of transporting them to the city.

However, the fact that these villagers wanted to use her soybeans as seeds gave her an idea. She could possibly sell all the beans to the seed shop. Selling them as seed would bring in much more silver than selling them as ordinary beans.

She just didn’t know if the seeds had been enhanced by the Spirit Spring Water. If they didn’t increase the yield next year, the villagers might be disappointed.