When it got dark, the potatoes in the yard were almost ripe.
The townsmen of Birch Town had arrived in Westwind early in the morning, and Robert had planted potatoes before noon. It was more than ten hours, and the foliage of the potatoes was lush now, so the townsmen of Birch Town were shocked.
Of course, the potatoes planted on the hillside could not be harvested so soon. They had been planted at dusk, so they needed more time to grow. However, much more potatoes had been planted there, so the harvest would be amazing tomorrow evening.
Seeing the miraculous potatoes, the refugees from Birch Town who had been in a panic were soothed because they didn't have to worry about food anymore. As long as there were miraculous potatoes, they would not starve.
They were relieved, but Robert was
