Chapter 162: The Hope of the Tribespeople

Peaceful days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, autumn arrived.

End of August.

Jiang Xuan walked through the vast fields, looking at the crops that had matured or were about to mature, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride.

As the population grew, the Planting Team became larger and more wasteland was cultivated. Without measurement tools, Jiang Xuan couldn't figure out exactly how much farmland the Vine Tribe had.

Bamboo wheat was a new variety acquired this year through trade with the Black Teeth Tribe.

This wheat looks a lot like small bamboo but with much broader leaves. After it bears ears, it somewhat resembles sorghum.

Jiang Xuan picked a grain of bamboo wheat from a full ear, the surface green, placed it in his mouth and bit down, hearing a "crunch" as the kernel broke.

Jiang Xuan chewed, nodding, "Looks like this bamboo wheat is green, it won't turn yellow, it can be harvested."