When Lao Lin heard that Xiao Han was in the grain business, he immediately became happy: "Oh? The guest is going to Jiangnan to buy grain? Then you are in luck!"
Xiao Han heard him talking like this, as if there was a lot of food in Jiangnan! So he also laughed and asked: "What? What do you mean, there is a lot of food in Jiangnan now?"
"Haha...a lot! A lot!" Old Lin stroked his beard and laughed proudly, and then said to Xiao Han: "I want the guests to know that in the past two years, Jiangnan's grain harvest has been bumper every year, and the output has been even greater.
It’s so high that even the price of food is 10% or 20% lower than in previous years! So it’s perfect for our customers to buy food now!”
"Ah? Has Jiangnan been doing so well in the past two years?"
Xiaodong's eyes widened as he listened! Imagining the abundance of food everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and then recalling the tragic situation in Guanzhong, he couldn't help complaining: "God, this is so unfair! We haven't been in Guanzhong for the past two years.
Drought is a plague of locusts! We finally get a good year, but we have to be plundered by the Turks. It is difficult for the people to have enough to eat all day long! What kind of thing is this!"
"Hey, this is not unfair!"
When Lao Lin saw Xiaodong complaining about God, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he hurriedly said: "We were just like you in Guanzhong in the past few years, suffering from drought, floods, insects! There were all kinds of disasters! After a year of hard work, the food we grew was paid for.
After paying taxes, there is not even enough food for the whole family! It’s also hard!”
"Oh?" Xiao Han frowned slightly and asked strangely: "Then why does the food in Jiangnan have a good harvest every year? Is there any hidden secret in it?"
Old Lin, who was holding the rudder of the boat, seemed to be waiting for Xiao Han to ask this question. As soon as he finished speaking, he said proudly: "Haha, speaking of this, I have to thank one person!"
"Who are you thanking? Who is so capable? He can even take care of God's affairs?" The idiot was the most impatient among the people. Seeing that the old man was still trying to hide his words, he couldn't help but ask.
"Who are you thanking?" Old Lin twirled his gray beard, suddenly turned around mysteriously, cupped his hands toward the northwest, and then asked, "Have you ever heard that there is a Marquis Xiao in Chang'an?"
"From Chang'an, Mr. Xiaohou?"
Upon hearing the name from the old man's mouth, Xiaodong and others were stunned for a moment, and then they all turned around strangely and looked at Xiao Han.
Xiao Han's face looked a little uncomfortable when the two looked at him. He rolled his eyes, coughed slightly, and asked Lao Lin tentatively: "Ahem... I wonder which Xiao Hou I am talking about?"
"Huh? Are there many Xiaohous in Chang'an?" Now, it was Lao Lin's turn to be surprised.
He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly and said: "I don't know about the other Xiaohou. What I'm talking about is the Xiaohou who fought with His Majesty in the north and south, made such great achievements, and was sealed in Sanyuan!"
"Oh~"
Xiaodong and Lengzi looked like they suddenly realized something, but soon, their gloating look turned into a look of pain.
Without him, it was just because Xiao Han secretly stomped on their feet.
Without looking at the two people who almost jumped up holding their paws, Xiao Han smiled shyly at Lao Lin and said: "Ahem, I am talking about him, so of course I have heard of him!
However, he seems to be far away in Chang'an. Does he care about the situation in Jiangnan?
Besides, if he is really that capable, why doesn't he also make sure that Guan Zhong is in good condition?"
"Hey, the guest can't say that!" Hearing what Xiao Han said, the expression on Lao Lin's face became obviously unhappy. It seemed that Xiao Han was doubting his Xiao Hou because he was doubting him!
"Although Xiao Hou is a man of great ability, he is not a god! How can he change the climate?
Besides, the land in Guanzhong grows wheat and millet! It’s completely different from the rice here!”
"What do you mean? Is this rice?" Xiao Han was not moved by Lao Lin and continued to ask from behind.
Lao Lin hummed twice and said in a tone like a teacher: "My guest's guess is good! But I don't know, Shenhou Rice, Shenhou Waterwheel, have you heard of these?"
"Shen Hou Dao?"
Xiao Han's brows furrowed slightly, but he soon realized what was happening. He looked at Lao Lin in surprise and asked, "What did I say about three-season rice and keel waterwheel?"
"right!"
When Lao Lin saw that Xiao Han guessed it right all of a sudden, his impression of him changed a little. He smacked his lips and said with pride: "When they first came here, they seemed to be called by this name! But then no one
When he screamed, he was called Chengshen Hou Dao!
Hey, guest, you may not know that in my long life, I have never seen any rice growing more ferociously than weeds!
A paddy field, coupled with a Shenhou water tanker, brings water in during drought and drains it out during floods! Harvesting five crops of grain in two years is like playing! Some families who grow well can produce three crops of grain in a year!
Moreover, this rice not only matures faster, but also produces more rice! There are also fewer empty husks! One ear has dozens more grains than the previous rice, but it is still small!
You say, based on such a long-term approach, how can there not be much food in Jiangnan? Even if the price of food has dropped a lot because there is too much food, after careful calculation, the people will earn much more in a year than before!
"
When Lao Lin talked about this, he became more and more excited. Later, he was even dancing and even talking and making gestures! Xiao Han's eyes widened when he saw it!
Of course, he was not doing it for the three-crop rice that Lao Lin said, but because he was afraid that if he were not careful, he would lift all the people in the boat into the river...
Fortunately, Lao Lin has been running boats all his life, and his boating skills have long been perfected.
Even if his attention was not on driving the ship at all, it did not affect the ship to continue sailing in the predetermined direction. On the contrary, his two sons who were turning the sail heard his words and couldn't help but interject:
"Dad, that Shenhou rice is good, but it tastes just average, soft, not chewy, and not as delicious as those polished rice!"
"Bang..."
Before the son who spoke could finish his words, a smelly shoe flew through the air, hit him in the face, then slowly slid down his face, and finally fell to the deck.
This was too sudden and too disgusting. Before Xiao Han, Xiaodong and others could react, Old Lin was already barefoot, pointing at his son and yelling angrily: "Little bastard! It's just been two days."
Don’t you forget your roots when the weather is good? You’ve only been eating white rice for a few years, but now you despise it because it doesn’t taste good?
Do you know that when I was a kid, I couldn’t even eat broken rice or brown rice, let alone white rice, so I had to live by catching fish, shrimps and crabs all day long!
Isn’t Huashenhou rice delicious? It’s not chewy? Bah! If you dare to go to the fields and talk about this! If I don’t bury you alive and use it as fertilizer, you’ll be considered fast!”
