The wheat field was dazzlingly golden, looking like a scattering of brilliant yellow agates, decorating the open country. There weren't many of them in quantity, but each one was large and its granules plump,
However, the roots and stems of the Spiritual Wheat were as tough as vine tendrils, and a faint halo shimmered around them, providing some defense. They were harder than rock, making them rather difficult to harvest.
By noon, Lin Zhuang and the others had finally managed to harvest all the Spiritual Wheat.
There was not a small amount, nearly filling over twenty large bamboo baskets to the brim.
After a short rest, they handed over the harvested Spiritual Wheat to old man Lin.
Old man Lin was Liu Village's village head. Besides Jiang Hui, he was the most powerful person in Liu Village. Ordinary things were fine, but precious items like these had to be distributed by him.