"Thank you, Grandpa!" Yang Mengchen laughed and hugged Old Master Yang, feeling very moved.

Actually, she wasn't completely certain, as she had boldly decided to experiment based on her intuition that the crops would probably grow here, and Grandpa hesitated because he worried about her. Yet, in the end, he still agreed, which truly showed how much Grandpa doted on her.

After the meal, Yang Mengchen handed Yang Chaowen a blueprint of a grain threshing machine, asking him and the workers to carefully examine whether they could make it, and then she went with Yang Chengrong to inspect the seedlings.

"Big brother, you're amazing!" Seeing the seedlings growing well, Yang Mengchen exclaimed with admiration.

Once she had shared her idea of re-planting rice with big brother, not only did he support her, but he also took on the task of nurturing the seedlings. After she had told him a few cultivation techniques, she didn't interfere anymore. To her surprise, big brother had actually managed to nurture them, and they were growing so well.

A faint blush appeared on the handsome face of Yang Chengrong: "I just followed the methods Jiujiu taught me, so the truly amazing one is Jiujiu, not me."

"If it weren't for big brother being clever and capable, my methods would be useless," Yang Mengchen firmly affirmed her big brother's ability.

Yang Chengrong felt extremely pleased upon hearing his sister's praise.

The workers were deeply touched when they learned that Yang Mengchen had given them three days off to harvest their own rice, and that their wages would still be paid. Seeing their own fields gleaming golden and heavy with bountiful rice ears almost bending the stalks, each of them smiled broadly, feeling genuinely grateful to Yang Mengchen.

If it hadn't been for the insecticide developed by Yang Mengchen, they would have certainly faced a complete crop failure this year. And if not for the nutritional powder she had created, the rice grains would not have been so full. Looking at the situation, not only was there no decrease in yield, but the production might even be higher than previous years.

On the day of the rice harvest, the Yang family's master and servant all got up early. Qiao Niangzi, with a small number of people, stayed behind to manage the estate and dry the rice, while the rest carried five threshing machines and tools to the fields.

Old Hai gave the schoolchildren a holiday as well.

"Dad, big brother, stand on this pedal, move the wheel with your hands, and at the same time step on this board with your feet, yes, just like that, try using less rice this time," Yang Mengchen cheerfully directed Yang Chaoyi and Yang Chengrong in operating the threshing machine.

She had only given her uncle the blueprints and explained the simple principles, but to her surprise, her uncle and the workers really did create five threshing machines, and they handled the issue of the pedal moving the wheel very well.

Seeing the grains of rice drop into the wooden box in front, Yang Chaoyi and Yang Chengrong said in unison, "Jiujiu, this threshing machine is really easy to use!"

"It saves effort and is quick; it's truly amazing!" Two men from Youming Palace couldn't stop admiring it after trying it.

The others also couldn't help but marvel.

"Uncle, tell the workers to hurry up and make more. In addition to overtime pay, I will arrange for someone to harvest their rice," said Yang Chaowen, who had also come. Yang Mengchen instructed, "After making them, first send one machine to each of our maternal family's houses, and then prioritize the workers' families."

Yang Chaowen, excited, quickly nodded: "I'll go back right now." And with that, he hurried off towards the factory.

The furniture factory's workers were supposed to have the day off today, but they had worked overtime until this morning, so they hadn't gone home yet.

The fields were bustling with activity, and on the ridges, Long Xuanmo and Hua Ziyu stood shoulder to shoulder.

Watching the smiling and busy Yang Mengchen, Hua Ziyu exclaimed, "I really want to know if there's anything Ms. Yang can't do?"

Long Xuanmo pursed his lips and remained silent. Ah Jiu was naturally extremely intelligent, and with the old man being almost omnipotent, it was only natural that Ah Jiu would outshine him. However, the old man fell short in two aspects compared to Ah Jiu: one was medical skill, and the other was business acumen.

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