After the rice from the one hundred and thirty mu had been threshed and dried, Mo Yan did not have it weighed but simply piled it up in the vacant rooms at the front yard, filling up three entire rooms. It took Guan Yu and fifty people more than two hours with over twenty scales to weigh all the rice. The final tally shocked everyone!
A hundred and forty-five thousand jin, a full one hundred and forty-five thousand jin! That meant a yield of over eleven hundred jin per mu, which was more than a hundred jin higher than the initially estimated yield of one thousand jin per mu, and compared to the rice commonly grown in Great Chu, it was an astonishing eight hundred jin more!
This yield was within Mo Yan's expectations. Had it not been for the newly constructed terraced fields being too barren, and her fear of arousing suspicion by irrigating too liberally with Spirit Spring Water, she anticipated the yield would have been two hundred jin more on top of the eleven hundred jin.