After finishing the harvest, Lu Yuan drove the wheat harvester back to the threshing ground.
He unloaded the wheat onto the ground.
The grains of wheat poured out, scattering everywhere.
The burly man dove onto the pile of wheat, scooping up handfuls of grain, overjoyed.
It was just too easy! Normally, they would have to cut it with sickles, haul it to the threshing ground, let it dry, thresh it, and then dry it again thoroughly.
But now, Lu Yuan had dumped the already threshed wheat right onto the threshing ground. All they had to do was let it dry before storing it.
The burly man thanked him profusely.
The huge crowd of people around them also understood. Even a fool would get it after seeing it twice.
Everyone scrambled forward, raising their hands to sign up.
Lu Yuan could only have his servants hold the crowd back and record the names of those who wanted to sign up one by one.
