BDSMST -Chapter 191 Successful Trial Planting, Astonishing Yield

Spring grows, summer flourishes, autumn harvests, winter stores.

The two acres of experimental farmland had become the most watched spot in all of Woniu Village. Every day, after finishing their work, the villagers would make a detour around the fence just to take a peek. Watching the green vines climb over the ridges day by day, watching the bright green stalks stretch higher with each passing day, everyone’s hearts were filled with anticipation.

Jiang Suisui devoted most of her attention to this plot of land. Every day, she personally went to the field to check on the plants, recording their height, the color of the leaves, and even kneading the soil with her hands to measure its moisture.

Gu Yan worried about her fatigue and had a shaded pavilion set up by the field, with a comfortable reclining chair. But Jiang Suisui seldom stayed seated. She always had to walk along the ridges to feel at ease.

The growth of the potatoes was fairly ordinary, just a spread of green vines. The corn, however, brought more surprises. First, tassels sprouted at the tops of the stalks, and when the wind blew, fine powder fell like dust. Then, from the leaf axils in the middle of the stalks, small “cobs” wrapped in layers of husks appeared, each tipped with red silk threads.

“Madam, the… the fruit grows right here?” Uncle Zhang pointed at the corn cobs in wonder. “It’s strange. Other crops blossom at the top and bear fruit there, but this one hides its fruit at the waist.”

Days passed, autumn winds rose, and the weather grew cooler. The corn stalks in the experimental field began to yellow, and the leaves dried. The potato vines gradually withered and fell to the ground.

Harvest day arrived.

On this day, nearly all of Woniu Village stopped working. Men, women, and children gathered outside the experimental field, craning their necks to watch. Gu Changming and Gu Yan also came to witness it in person.

Jiang Suisui was in the late stages of pregnancy, her belly astonishingly large, making movement even more difficult. Gu Yan stayed close, supporting her, his face betraying his nervousness.

“Start with the corn,” Jiang Suisui ordered.

Uncle Zhang led a few strong men into the golden cornfield. Following Jiang Suisui’s instructions, they cut down each stalk at the roots, then stripped each cob from the stalks and threw them into the large baskets beside them.

The baskets quickly filled. The golden corn cobs piled into a small mountain, glistening enticingly in the sunlight.

Shen Qinghe, responsible for counting, focused intently, abacus in hand. Each time a basket was filled, he moved the beads.

“One acre, total harvest: 327 baskets of corn,” Shen Qinghe reported.

The villagers began whispering among themselves.

“Three hundred plus baskets… sounds like a lot, but after peeling and shelling, how much grain will there actually be?”

“Yeah, it looks big, but if it’s useless, it won’t matter.”

Next came weighing. All the cobs were stripped of their husks, leaving the kernels on the cob, which were placed on a large scale.

Shen Qinghe stared at the scale’s pointer rising high, his hand shaking as he held the pen. After double-checking, he announced almost in a dreamlike voice:

“After removing the husks and silk, the net weight… net weight is 3,415 jin!”

The crowd erupted in astonishment.

“How… how much? Did I hear that right?”

“Over three thousand jin! Lord! Our best paddy fields usually yield only about four hundred jin per acre! This… this is nearly ten times more!”

“Divine crops! Truly divine!”

Uncle Zhang and the men who had helped with the harvest stared at the golden mountain of corn, so excited they didn’t know where to put their hands. They had farmed their entire lives, never seeing such an incredible yield.

Gu Changming paused mid-stroke while stroking his beard, deeply shocked. He knew these crops yielded well, but not to this astonishing degree.

Yet, an even greater shock was still to come.

“Harvest the potatoes,” Jiang Suisui ordered with a smile.

After the corn’s spectacular yield, everyone’s hearts were in their throats. They were eager to see what kind of miracle these unassuming lumps of earth could produce.

This time, no hoes were needed. Instead, they used specially made iron forks with wide-spaced tines. A few strong men drove the forks deep into the soil and then pried with all their might.

The soft earth was turned over, and what followed made everyone gasp.

Beneath the soil, clusters and bunches of potatoes were revealed. The largest were about the size of fists, the smallest about the size of eggs, all perfectly round, rolling slightly as they were lifted from the dirt.

“My goodness!” a young villager cried out. “Under the vines… how did so many of these ‘eggs’ hide here?”

The men were stunned too. With just a single forkful, they unearthed an entire cluster. Like treasure hunters discovering gold, they eagerly began to “dig for treasure” throughout the field.

Cluster after cluster… the potatoes kept coming, piling up into small mounds along the ridges. The sheer quantity was even more impressive than the corn above ground.

The villagers could barely speak, only staring in amazement.

Weighing them was equally nerve-wracking. The massive scale’s counterweight nearly slid to the very end of its arm.

Shen Qinghe’s face flushed red as he held the brush, writing down a number on paper. Staring at it, he almost thought it absurd. After repeatedly double-checking, he took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength:

“One acre, total harvest of potatoes… 5,082 jin!”

Silence fell.

So quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone was stunned by the number. Five thousand jin! What did that mean? It meant that a single acre planted with this crop could feed an entire village for a whole year.

After a long moment, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

“Long live Madam! Long live Madam!”

“We’re saved! We’ll never go hungry again!”

The villagers leaped and laughed with excitement, some even crying tears of joy. Their eyes, once full of respect, now shone with near-divine reverence.

Uncle Zhang “plopped” to his knees before Jiang Suisui. This weathered man in his fifties wept like a child.

“Madam… you’re a living Bodhisattva! Sent by the heavens to save us mud-legged farmers!”

With his kneel, the surrounding villagers and the men who helped with the harvest followed, creating a mass of kneeling bodies.

Gu Yan immediately positioned himself protectively behind Jiang Suisui, while the militia moved forward to maintain order.

Jiang Suisui looked at the most humble of her people, at their faces glowing with genuine hope for the future, and her eyes grew moist. She knew that from this day forward, the land she had personally sown would completely reshape the history of the nation.

Holding Gu Yan’s hand, she addressed everyone slowly:

“Everyone, rise. This is not my achievement alone—it is the land’s reward, the fruit of all your hard work. These are not divine gifts; they are ordinary crops. If we plant with care, every day in the future, we will have more food than we can ever eat.”

Her voice was soft but carried clearly to every ear.

As the sun set, it bathed the fields of harvest in a warm golden glow. Jiang Suisui looked at the twin mountains of gold and silver formed by the corn and potatoes. Suddenly, she felt a rhythmic tightening in her lower abdomen.

She gripped Gu Yan’s arm, her face paling slightly.

“Gu Yan,” she whispered, “it seems… it’s time to give birth.”