The King of Jin, whose pseudonym is Mu Ziheng, has been in Niutouzhuang since the beginning of spring, personally following Lan Dahai and a group of experienced farmers to plant rice and cultivate. At this time, he was squatting in the field with a group of old farmers with his legs covered in mud.
Talking to each other.
Jintong has worked hard to earn more credit for herself and live a better life. As a mature modern person, she knows very well that personal power is limited, and the best way to make rational use of team power is.
The ancients had a lot of wisdom, which is actually not inferior to that of modern people. However, due to the limitations of the times, they did not expect such an operation, so they could not do it.
What Jintong did was to provide ideas, and naturally there were a lot of practical talents to do it for her. Her goal was very clear, to find grain with high yield per mu, increase the yield of rice per mu, and then borrow Zheng Qiyan's power to promote
And Guangzhi. As for the King of Jin, he heard from Zheng Qiyan that Niutou Village in Jintong could actually grow nearly 500 kilograms of rice per mu, so he disguised himself as the accountant of Zheng Qiyan's other villages and came to learn from him.
Niutouzhuang is only a hundred miles away from Shangjing. Although it is not as cold as the north, it is still frozen for thousands of miles in winter, making it impossible to grow crops. After the spring begins, the ice and snow melt in March, and rice planting begins in early April, so it can only be harvested once a year.
Like the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, it can be harvested twice a year.
Zhao Laosan carefully selected old farmers who were good at farming, selected well-developed cultivated rice and wild rice for artificial pollination, and obtained rice with stronger adaptability and higher yield. After leaving the seedlings, he chose fertile soil in the second year.
Cultivate the seedlings and transplant them when they are about three inches tall.
King Jin followed Lan Dahai throughout the whole process, watching how the farmers carefully took care of the seedlings when they took out the first rice stalks, pulling out weeds in time and removing pests. Until the harvest before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the yield per mu was indeed as high as more than 500 kilograms.
What surprised King Jin even more was that Lan Dahai and others opened up farmland at a high place and planted a crop called "sweet potato". He said that if it was taken care of well, it would not be a problem to produce more than one or two thousand kilograms per mu. The shocked King Jin said
Doubtful, now I personally went to the half-acre sweet potato field to witness the miracle.
The child followed King Jin with great joy: It turned out that King Jin was in Niutou Village, no wonder the Marquis arranged for him to be here! In short, he was responsible for King Jin's safety!
King Jin had no time to take care of the children at this time. He was focused on the half-acre of land in front of him. Lan Dahai took his two sons. Every time a sweet potato plant came out, he immediately rubbed the soil clean, weighed it, and reported the weight.
Wang took the notes himself.
A vine with about twenty sweet potatoes sprouted from the blue sea. He was so excited that his voice changed: "Big boy, hurry up, hurry up, these weigh about ten or twenty kilograms!" Boss Lan took the sweet potatoes with a look on his face.
Excitedly, he rubbed off the dirt and weighed himself, shouting loudly to King Jin: "Master Mu, twenty-one catties and seven taels, twenty-one catties and seven taels!"
The child looked puzzled. Panda, the bodyguard of the King of Jin, explained to the child: "This thing is called sweet potato, and it was brought over by Lord Marquis from southern Xinjiang. My wife told the people in the village to keep it healthy. One seedling is said to be able to produce ten
Sweet potatoes weigh about seven or eight kilograms. This year I planted half an acre of land, and I estimate that the yield will be at least one thousand kilograms."
"What can this thing be used for? Can it be eaten?"
"It's just eating! It's edible! It can fill your stomach!" Panda said and became excited: "One acre of land can produce two thousand kilograms. Uncle Lan said that sweet potatoes are easy to grow and can be grown anywhere! Think about it.
, think about it, if the entire Dayi Dynasty was planted with this, who would still be hungry?"
"real or fake!"
"You're so damn blind! It's all over this place. Look at the bunches of freshly unearthed melons? You can't see them!"
"No, no, Panda, I was too surprised for the moment and didn't react." The child came from a bitter background and naturally understood the importance of people having enough food to fill their stomachs: "Then, what if the entire Great Yi Dynasty planted these sweet potatoes?
Isn’t it true that no one will be hungry?”
"of course!"
King Jin took the time to reply: "Mrs. Jin once said that if sweet potatoes are eaten as the staple food for a long time, people can't stand it and will become weak and prone to swelling. It is still necessary to grow wheat, millet, millet, beans, rice and other staple foods to eat with it, and to raise chickens, ducks, goose, pigs, etc.
It is also indispensable.”
Over there, Lan Da shouted loudly: "Nine pounds and three ounces!"
King Jin quickly wrote down a note, and after finishing it, he continued: "The leaves of these sweet potatoes can be used as feed for chickens, ducks, pigs, etc., so we should vigorously promote their cultivation. Well, ahem, it is imperative for the Marquis!"
Lan Dahai and his people carefully dug out all the sweet potatoes and planted 1,376 sweet potatoes on half an acre of land. At least one plant produced more than four kilograms of sweet potatoes, and the most weighed twenty kilograms. King Jin quickly called
The abacus said: more than two thousand seven hundred and sixty-three kilograms.
With tears in his eyes, he reported the number to everyone, and everyone cheered.
Lan Dahai threw herself on the ground with tears, holding the soil tightly with both hands: "Madam! You said that if the sweet potatoes are successfully grown, there will be no famine in Dayi Dynasty from now on! I have lived up to your expectations, done!"
It’s really done!”
"There will be no more hunger in the Great Yi Dynasty!" King Jin held the counting paper in his hand and couldn't help repeating Lan Dahai's words, with tears in his eyes.
At night, the entire Niutou Village is filled with joy.
Zhao Laosan put down ten fat pigs and ten sheep. The villagers set up a large pot to slaughter the pigs and vegetables, while setting up a bonfire to roast the whole sheep.
King Jin brought a few personal guards, rolled up his sleeves, and helped in a very down-to-earth manner, making the villagers who were already in a hurry even more confused. In such a mess, King Jin himself was embarrassed to help anymore.
After going down, I paid for it myself and asked Zhao Laosan to add a few more dishes for everyone.
The aroma of meat could float ten miles against the wind, and the tenant farmers in Niutou Village were so greedy that they wanted to jump in front of Zhao Laosan and recommend themselves to sign a deed of sale to Jintong's slave.
After drinking and eating, a group of people danced and sang and danced until the rooster crowed three times. They were still in high spirits. I don’t know who got up, but the group of people inexplicably kowtowed to the rising sun and praised Jintong in a mess.
Jintong said it was like the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who descended to earth to save those in distress. He was beautiful, kind, and omnipotent.
Hearing this, the child grinned and couldn't help but complain: "Are these people crazy? Mrs. Jin is just a housewife, how can she be so powerful?"
The King of Jin gave the child a chestnut and said, "You can produce four to five thousand kilograms of grain per acre!"
The child's neck shrank, and he cursed in his heart: That thing was not brought over from southern Xinjiang by Lord Pingning! But he didn't dare to show any disrespect on his face.
Master Qi dotes on his beloved wife Jintong in every possible way. This Niutou Village is Jintong's territory. If Zheng Qiyan hears something, with Zheng Qiyan's temper, he will most likely rush over to whip him up. If you can't afford to offend him, hide away.
If he could afford it, he might as well remain silent.
The King of Jin sighed with some unfinished meaning: "Mrs. Jin is really a strange woman!"