Everyone was very satisfied with Su Yuanyuan and Tan Shaoting. Although this was a job assigned from above and they weren't provided meals, their performance made everyone happy.
They were both skilled workers. By the end of the day, half of the corn had been picked. These fifty acres yielded forty thousand pounds, which means about eight hundred pounds per acre. Even after accounting for moisture and cobs, there was still a yield of four hundred eighty pounds.
Ma Changshun was stunned by these numbers. Even in good years, good fields only yield a bit over three hundred pounds. This means they've increased the yield by more than a hundred pounds during this drought year.
"Girl, how did you plant this corn?"
"Group Leader Ma, we just took care of it like we usually do."
Ma Changshun smacked his lips, unable to express his amazement. That's just how they took care of it.
The workers had long noticed that the corn they picked was larger than in previous years.
