The Old Witch exclaimed, "Who would believe that these houses could be built by a small tribe?"
In fact, the Old Witch had traveled to many places and had never seen houses like these.
Nan Xing eagerly asked Jiang Xuan, "Chief, can we all live in such nice houses in the future?"
Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "Of course, in the future we can all live in big, sturdy houses."
Chi Shao said, "I really hope that day comes soon."
Everyone nodded, all looking forward to the day when they too could live in such strong and spacious houses.
Gan Song was the most excited because he hadn’t expected that when the chief said to build a new grain warehouse, he would indeed build one, and it was even better than all the existing houses.
The new grain warehouse was already completed, and next, it depended on whether the harvested crops could fill this new grain warehouse, along with the two old ones!
After seeing the new grain warehouse, Gan Song immediately returned to the fields to work.
The autumn harvest had already begun.
Many early-maturing vegetables and grains were being harvested, dried, and then stored in the warehouse.
The Red Crystal Rice plants were tall and had a very high yield. Although their growth cycle was a bit long, they had matured in the last couple of days and could now be harvested.
After the new grain warehouse was built, Jiang Xuan also immediately joined the busy autumn harvest.
However, he first harvested the crops planted in his own yard.
The colorful peppers, which had matured completely, had already been picked three times, yielding a lot of seeds that were dried and stored in small pottery jars.
Moreover, the colorful peppers were still flowering and fruiting, and it seemed they could continue harvesting until it snowed.
The Black Pearl Beans had also matured. These beans, the size of quail eggs, resembled black pearls and were different from what Jiang Xuan had imagined; they turned out to be vines.
To give them support to climb, Jiang Xuan stuck some large tree branches where the Black Pearl Beans were planted.
Now, the pods of the Black Pearl Beans had dried up, and some had even cracked open.
Jiang Xuan picked all the pods from one Black Pearl Bean plant and ended up filling half a Beast Hide Bag with beans, estimating their weight to be five to six pounds, which was an unbelievably high yield.
When he finished harvesting dozens of Black Pearl Bean plants, he ended up filling several large Beast Hide Bags, which made him very pleased.
Jiang Xuan exclaimed, "The yield of crops in this world is truly astonishing!"
However, on second thought, he realized that the animals in this world were very large, and even the insects were absurdly big. Without these high-yield plants, they would really struggle to survive.
Besides colorful peppers and Black Pearl Beans, Jiang Xuan also planted some vegetables and spices, and he harvested all that could be harvested.
Finally, there were the Ice Lotus roots in the pool.
The Ice Lotus had already produced several pods, which Jiang Xuan collected, not knowing if planting those lotus seeds would yield results.
Besides the lotus pods, the most important part in the mud was the lotus roots.
Jiang Xuan did not dig up all the lotus roots because he hoped these Ice Lotus roots could continue to grow next year.
Jiang Xuan walked barefoot into the pool, first using a large pottery jar to scoop out the water from the pool, then followed the stem of the Ice Lotus, reaching into the mud to find a root.
Jiang Xuan snapped off one Ice Lotus root and picked it up.
He washed it clean at the flowing bamboo pipe before taking a close look.
This piece of Ice Lotus root evidently grew this year; it was quite tender, semi-transparent, and as beautifully crafted as a crystal sculpture, though a bit on the small side.
"Let’s taste it and see how it is."
Jiang Xuan used the Stone Knife to cut off a piece of Ice Lotus root and then took a bite.
However, the next moment, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"It doesn’t seem as tender or as sweet as the Beaver Tribe’s Ice Lotus roots."
Jiang Xuan took a few more bites and found it indeed not as tasty as the Ice Lotus roots produced by the Beaver Tribe, nor did he feel the invigorating rush from eating it.
Feeling a bit disappointed, Jiang Xuan said, "It seems this thing can’t be grown just anywhere. I’ll try digging a lake next year."
He placed the remaining Ice Lotus roots aside, then repositioned the flowing bamboo pipe back above the pool and continued with other tasks.