590. Too many pumpkins! _1

The pumpkin harvest was simply too much.

No, to be precise, it wasn't too much by that standard.

Originally, no special area had been designated for planting pumpkins, just a dozen or so plants in front of and behind the house, and then a few more scattered in the corners and edges of the field up on the mountain.

As for the exact number, Wu Lan hadn't counted.

After all, pumpkins are such that if you scatter some seeds in a barren land and leave them be, they'll grow on their own.

It wasn't like others' large-scale cultivation where you have to pinch out the buds and top the plants—though the pinching had been done, they all went straight into the belly.

As a result, these pumpkins were too spirited for their own good, growing big, fat, and long. While others' pumpkins reached a respectable four or five, maybe eight pounds, the smallest of hers were at least a dozen pounds each! And there were so many on just one vine.

You couldn't finish them in a short while!