92 Harvest

Even though the Red-Eyed White King Bird did not want to eat, Fang Yuan still had his ways to deal with it.

He could use underhand means to ensure its survival and slowly deal with it.

After all, he had no time limit, and would not lose anything by dragging on.

But it seems that he did not have to go to such extremes; he had to use death to obliterate the king bird's pride.

…

Half a month later.

"Start harvesting!"

Zhou Wenwu personally led the people, and he was filled with emotions.

The spiritual farmers all agreed and began to harvest the ripened rice.

This batch of rice was about to mature; even though Fang Yuan guarded the secret of the spiritual fertilizer closely and did not use it this time, it only delayed the period of maturity by a little.