“Hide one’s light and bide one’s time.” Wei Yuan felt that, over the past month, he had truly grasped the meaning of these seven words. For a full month, he had refrained from provoking others or fighting a battle[1].

Before Wei Yuan lay endless grain fields. The seedlings had already grown to a height of over one chi, and harvest season was less than a month away. At present, the crops were somewhat sparse and of uneven height, and the yield was estimated at 200 catties per mu.

This expanse of 100,000 mu of farmland was newly cultivated. As Wei Yuan swept his perception across the land, he could sense that the toxicity within the soil was being gradually absorbed by the crops and slowly transformed. By the next harvest season, the yield should increase by 10%. Once Jia Wood Nurtures Life had been fully restored, it would increase by another 10%.

In the human realm, high-grade farmland yielded approximately 400 catties per mu. Qingming had only been established for almost a year, yet their best fields were already producing over 300 catties per mu. Given time, as the environment became more suitable for human inhabitation, reaching the standard of high-grade farmland should not be a problem.

Wei Yuan did not just cultivate his own grain either. He had also purchased large quantities from the surrounding areas,...