Rebirth of the leisurely life in ancient times

Half a month passed in a flash, and everyone had awakened their special abilities. Shadow one, two, and three were ice, water, and earth respectively.

Shadow numbers four, five, six, seven and eight represent gold, wood, fire, speed and strength respectively.

Jinghe, Zhiqiu, Zhishu, Xingyu, and Xingluo have wind, strength, space, mutated water, and fire.

Su Baiyu's abilities are fire and mental. He can create a mental barrier for himself or others to prevent them from being attacked. After reaching level three, he can attack other people's brains without being discovered.

In the past half month, everyone went to the mountains to practice their supernatural powers when they had nothing to do. The reason why they were all at home today was because Xia Zixuan's wheat was about to be harvested.

"Jinghe, have you told Aunt Wang and the others?" Xia Zixuan looked at Jinghe and said.

"Miss, I've already told them." Jinghe replied quickly.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" Xia Zixuan said to the crowd.

"We are ready. Please give us your orders, young lady." Everyone replied.

"Just watch, just like me, cut the wheat with a sickle, and then transport it to the small square." Xia Zixuan said, holding the sickle in her right hand and a handful of wheat in her left hand.

"Yes, girl, we all understand." Everyone responded.

"Well, let's start!" Xia Zixuan waved her hand.

Mu Chenyi also came to her side with a sickle in hand, "Xuanxuan, what is your estimate of the yield of wheat per acre?"

Xia Zixuan said gently: "Even if it's not 1,000 kilograms, it's at least 800 kilograms. It's definitely more than everyone else's rice production."

Mu Chenyi nodded and said, "Yes, you are right."

"Let them transport one acre of land first, and ignore the others for now. Let's see how many kilograms of land there are in one acre." Xia Zixuan said.

"Okay, Yingsan, go tell them to harvest one acre of land first and send it back." Mu Chenyi instructed Yingsan who was not far away from him.

"Yes, master." Ying San responded quickly.

Soon it was evening, and thanks to the strong sun today, the wheat was already half dried.

Xia Cheng came over and said, "Miss, the village chief has sent someone to ask you to go to the threshing ground. He said that the Wang family's wheat is going to be weighed, and asked you to go and take a look."

"Okay Uncle Cheng, I got it. Ayi, do you want to go take a look together?" Xia Zixuan responded to Xia Cheng and turned to ask Mu Chenyi.

Mu Chenyi nodded and said, "Okay, let's go and take a look together."

Then a group of people followed Xia Zixuan, and I would have thought they were going to fight if I hadn’t known about them.

When they arrived at the threshing ground, they saw it was full of people. When Wang saw her coming, she came to her side with a smile on her face and said, "Xuan girl, come here quickly."

Then he pulled her to the village chief and Xia Zixuan greeted him, "Hello, village chief grandpa."

"Well, your aunt has sorted out all the wheat at her house, and I want you to come and witness how many pounds there are."

"Okay, is everything installed now?" Xia Zixuan looked at Wang and asked.

"Okay, okay, we'll start weighing right away." Wang said with a smile.

Liu Fugui and his son saw Xia Zixuan had arrived and called out to the villagers, "Okay, let's start weighing now. Be careful."

"Hey, Brother Fugui, don't worry!" said Zhao Dahe.

"It's not like we haven't weighed things before, so how could we have weighed less for you?" someone joked.

"Hahaha, stop joking and weigh it quickly. I'm curious about which one has a higher yield than rice."

"Okay, brothers, come and lift it up." As they spoke, several men lifted up the wooden stick that was put on the scale, and there were five bags of wheat underneath.

"It's done, come on. Let me see how many pounds it is." said the person holding the scale.

The village chief also walked over to take a look, "Quickly check how many pounds it is."

The person who looked at the scale was shocked and said, "These five bags weigh 520 kilograms, so..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the six bags of wheat beside him. His meaning was self-evident and everyone understood.

The village chief's voice trembled with excitement as he asked, "Really? Did you see it clearly?"

The man brought the scale to the village chief and said, "Village chief, take a look for yourself. It is indeed 500 kilograms."

The village chief looked at the scale and saw that it was indeed 500 kilograms. He instantly burst into tears and looked at Xia Zixuan and said, "Okay, okay, you are a great contributor to our village! Thank you, village chief grandpa."

Xia Zixuan smiled and said, "Grandpa Village Chief, you are just in good health, don't get too excited. And everyone has helped me so much, I should give you some return for what I have done."

"That's different. You've saved countless lives by giving out this food! No one will have to go hungry anymore." The village chief disagreed with her.