Bab 652: Chapter 360: I'm Not The Last Squad?_3

"Uh..."

"Uh..."

Someone said that sobered everyone up and instantly shut them all up.

Well, if the other party was also growing rice or wheat and hasn't shown their hand yet, their yield must be higher than theirs. Why bother buying their grains then?

As the competition progressed, the grain yield, which was at eight hundred and twenty jin per mu, suddenly jumped significantly: "Up next, we have the Elf Seedlings Team. They've grown Elf Rice, a type of improved rice, with a yield of one thousand two hundred and twenty jin per mu…"

"Wow!" A loud gasp was heard from both the audience and the contestants. Elves? Elves are participating in the Grain Competition?

What are elves? Elves, the sprites of nature, the darlings of nature, the children of planes. They don't have to cultivate food for their sustenance; when they do start planting things, deserts can become fertile fields.