Previously, Jiang Mingyue hadn't paid attention to the grain, but now that she remembered it, she found it just as she expected.
Whether it was rice, wheat, or others, they were all ripe.
"Are you all waiting for me to harvest it? Can't you just do it yourselves?"
As soon as she said that, the grain automatically harvested, dried, and processed into rice and flour, all bagged, along with a few bags of white and brown sugar. Potatoes and sweet potatoes were simply bagged directly.
Such powerful spiritual power!
All the grain was gathered into the warehouse, leaving Jiang Mingyue drenched in sweat. She took a hot spring bath and fell asleep quickly. However, with her brother's bicycle hanging outside, the locals would be up before dawn, and it would be troublesome if someone took it. So, she only slept for two hours and was the first to rise.
