Guyu.
This is also a very important day in the solar terms.
The temperature rises, and the rain increases.
For spring plowing, this is the crucial period.
Just like the name of this solar term, after midnight, the sky began to drizzle. Li Ye, braving the rain, placed some oil lamp magical artifacts to provide light in the courtyard.
He looked at his wheat with joy on his face.
The wheat planted in his two acres of land in the courtyard had all matured. Clearly, it was still immature when he checked the day before, but after midnight of Guyu, it suddenly seemed to transform all at once.
Each stalk of Spring Wheat was two meters tall, with heavy ears of wheat, golden yellow.
"Time to harvest."
"It must all be harvested today."
"If not harvested by the end of Guyu, it wouldn't count as qualified Spring Wheat."
He took a deep breath, picked up the sickle, and began harvesting. Inevitably, some wheat ears fell during the harvesting process.
