Another half month passed. The rice outside the Fuzu Tribe had finally ripened.
News that Ophelia, the Clan Leader of the Fuzu Tribe, had planted a vast amount of rice in her territory had long spread among the surrounding tribes.
The ripening of the rice was visible to the naked eye. Knowing she would be harvesting today, many from the nearby tribes came to watch.
Seeing the dense crowd gathered at the entrance of the Fuzu Tribe, Ophelia did not panic in the slightest. She calmly directed the males of the Fuzu Tribe to begin the harvest. The tribespeople stepped up one after another, shifting into their beast forms.
Using their sharp claws, they harvested the crops with incredible speed. In just one day, they finished reaping all five acres of rice.
Looking at the rice piled up like a small mountain at the entrance of the Fuzu Tribe, the spectating beastmen marveled.
"With so much paddy, how much milled rice can it produce!"
"At least five hundred pounds, I'd say."
