About sixty kilometers away from the Royal City, on a plain.
After ordering the entire army to infiltrate enemy territory in units of a hundred, Spring Water Commander alone led a squad of a hundred through several miles of pitch-black wheat fields, finally reaching the closest highway.
Three infantry squads immediately fanned out in front, advancing in an arrowhead formation along the highway and its sides, searching as they moved forward.
"Speaking of which, this wheat is fully ripe; isn't there anyone to harvest it?"
Entering the soil and resting in peace, he plucked an ear of wheat and gently rubbed it in his hand, noticing the green shoots sprouting from the grains.
As the saying goes, "Ninety percent ripe, time to harvest; fully ripe, and ten percent waste." If you wait until the wheat is completely ripe before harvesting, there's a reduced yield of at least forty to fifty kilograms per acre, and the crop quality suffers as well.
