Tong Sanlang's mouth twitched uncontrollably when he heard this, but he had no retort, everyone in Bailu Town knew what his family was like.
Time flew and it was soon the end of April, only a few days were left before the departure to Anping Village.
After three months of careful tending, the corn planted on the kang matured.
A total of ten catties of corn seeds had been planted, none wasted; they all sprouted and grew robustly, with stalks taller than a man, prompting Yang Wenxiao and the others to click their tongues in amazement.
Not only were the corn stalks tall, but the ears were also large, with two growing from each stalk, their kernels full and gleaming yellow, a delight to the eyes.
Moreover, the corn was pleasing not only in appearance but also in taste.
Even without adding anything, just boiling it in clear water, the taste was so good that Yang Wenxiao couldn't help but gobble five ears in a row.