I went to the confinement room to see Na Rimu. When she saw her husband, Na Rimu shed tears of grievance. She complained to Yun Ye with her lips pursed, saying that outsiders called her Zoya Kelp and asked her husband to go ahead and break all their legs.
This is not possible. If you want to turn half of the people in Chang'an City into cripples, it is estimated that Li Er will definitely turn Yun Ye into a cripple before the Yun family takes action. Besides, kelp is not bad, and people from rich families
The children are all given frivolous names, such as Qingque, ugly cow, or dog. It’s not bad to name the eldest daughter of the Yun family Kelp. What’s wrong with so many people blessing the little Kelp of the Yun family?
Yun Ye praised the kelp to the sky, which made Na Rimu burst into tears and laugh. He hugged his beloved and screamed kelp one by one. His loving look made people like him from the bottom of his heart.
The confinement room is a big problem. The smell inside is really not very good. Such an environment is very suitable for the growth of bacteria. Xinyue wanted to use perfume to neutralize it, but Yun Ye strictly prohibited it. Children's various
The organs are very delicate, and it would not be good if they were injured by the terrible smell after being neutralized by the fragrance. The eldest daughter of the Yun family will become a sweet-smelling little beauty in the future, instead of a little wild child who can't tell the difference between fragrance and smell.
I tried to open the windows to ventilate the room, but I was severely criticized by the whole family. The power of habit is very powerful. Even after a thousand years, the smell in the confinement room will be the same.
The emperor did not allow Yun Ye to go out, so he stayed at home and lived his own life. The potatoes had already begun to be harvested, and the withered and yellow vines had been removed. They dug along the ridges with shovels, and there were lots of fruits in the ground. The Yun family planted enough
It's more than 100 acres. This is specially approved by the county magistrate. The whole county is waiting for the Yun family's potatoes to mature so that they can weigh some and take them home as seeds. Next year, if Lantian County doesn't plant potatoes all over the county, then
That's the weird thing.
Harvesting potatoes does not require the Yun family to take action at all. The county magistrate, chief registrar, and county lieutenant, together with the county chiefs and village elders, do it themselves. The farmers are also a little cunning and do not watch the potatoes from the fields with their own eyes.
If you dig it out, you won’t believe the output of this thing. They only believe what they see with their own eyes.
Magistrate Hua County made a big bet this time. The imperial court repeatedly ordered the people to be careful about planting potatoes, saying that these potatoes are not yet mature. After a few years of planting by wealthy people, there will be no problem at all, and then ordinary people can plant them on a large scale.
, Hua County Magistrate was promoted from a junior official, and I have long been tired of hearing this kind of nonsense. Naturally, I thought that this was the government's benefit for the rich and noble people. I didn't see that the price of potatoes had risen to such a high price, and the nobles had a dark heart.
Even though they are making money for their families, it is still the hard-earned money of the common people.
Li Er's kindness was regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs by the common people and buried in a manhole for retting. Lantian County has a large family called the Yun family. The county magistrate's chief clerk and the county lieutenant come to the door every three days to ask for help. This year, the Yun family will open a door for convenience.
Plant more potatoes and save more seeds so that the people of Lantian County can plant them next year and have a few full meals.
Yun Ye was not at home, and Xin Yue didn't dare to make the decision. The old lady spoke. The Yun family was not allowed to eat the potatoes harvested last year. They put them all in the cellar to save seeds. As soon as spring started this year, they planted all the potatoes on the south slope. If there was anything
The old woman is responsible for the problem.
The old lady's actions like the Guanyin Bodhisattva made the county magistrate cry several times. She rushed into Jingzhao Mansion as if she had been given blood, tied a rope around her neck and threatened the Shangguan if the people were not allowed to plant good food like potatoes in the coming year.
He hanged himself on Zhuque Street.
No one cares whether he dies or not, but hanging on Zhuque Street is no joke. This bastard will immediately leave his reputation as a man of mercy in history forever. So, don’t think that Magistrate Hua didn’t
The courage to hang himself. In this era when reputation is more important than life, for the sake of future generations, Magistrate Hua will hang himself with a smile. After hanging himself, his tongue will not come out, his eyes will be closed tightly and he will smile.
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Needless to say, his descendants will definitely be respected from generation to generation. Even if a poor person is begging for food, he will be more confident than a robber when he goes to other people's homes to beg for food.
The Jingzhao Mansion passed the matter to Zhongshu. Magistrate Hua County, who usually wanted to kneel down and lick his toes when meeting the bosses, now straightened his back and urged the bosses to make a quick decision without waiting for the farming season.
people!
After signing a life and death document, Magistrate Hua got his wish and got the priority to plant potatoes first. Surrounded by the people, he returned to Lantian County. The Yun family planted 100 acres, and the government would purchase 95 acres of it.
The remaining five acres of land are reserved for the Yun family, which can be regarded as a preferential policy.
The scribes pulled the land measuring rope tied with red silk and circled an acre of land. The village chief, the village elder, the county magistrate's registrar, and the county lieutenant led the government officials to pick up the dug potatoes from the basket.
Picking up, picking up, the county magistrate sat in the field crying with a potato weighing three or four kilograms. Everyone gathered around him and cried. Why is such a good thing not allowed to be grown by ordinary people? One acre of real estate.
The amount is not known yet, but the potatoes picked up by the county magistrate alone are estimated to be five or six loads, not counting those picked up by others.
An acre of land was quickly dug up. The village elders crushed up the larger pieces of dirt to look for potatoes. After making sure that everything was collected, the output of more than 3,000 kilograms impressed everyone.
I was stunned. Who had ever heard that one acre of land could produce twenty-five dan?
The Yun family also planted potatoes in the dry land on the hillside. This year's rain usually produced such a harvest. What kind of harvest would it be if they were planted all in the Tianzihao field?
Magistrate Hua County trembled, pointing to a piece of land in the distance and ordered: "Measure another acre of land, and then we will look at the output. Maybe the output of this piece of land is surprisingly high, and we can't count it."
They are all old crops. You can tell if it is good land just by looking at the soil. The soil is white and mixed with sand and stones. It is obviously not good land, but no one said anything. They moved together to the place designated by the county magistrate.
The land continues to be dug.
An ox cart slowly drove over from a distance. The driver was an old man with snow-white hair, wearing the clothes of a servant. Seeing the excitement in the field, he deliberately turned a corner and drove here.
The old servant raised his hand and bowed to an old man who was watching the excitement in Yun's village and asked: "Brother, why are the fields full of officials? What are they doing?'
The old man turned around and saw a man who was older than himself. He quickly returned the greeting and said, "Brother, are you here to see the fun too? Here, some people who have never seen the world are digging the land for my house. Potato, have you heard of Potato?"
Well, it's a good thing that my Marquis got from the old god. He just harvested more than 20 tons from one acre of land, and he happily took it to the county magistrate. He still doesn't believe it, so he plans to dig a few more acres to see.
Look, the old man is just watching the fun.
The lack of rain this year affected the harvest. Last year, my family harvested four thousand kilograms from one acre of land. With just three thousand kilograms of output, we could make the county magistrate happy. If the old man told him that our family harvested four thousand kilograms,
A thousand pounds would not kill anyone."
Regarding the behavior of Magistrate Hua, the Yun family farmers were very unscrupulous. Potatoes are of course a good thing to eat as a vegetable. Although they can also be eaten as food, who can bear to eat them every day? Only those who are hungry and afraid will eat potatoes.
Look at it like fate.
"So, you have planted a lot this year? I think your family must be very well-off and enviable." The old servant was very talkative, so the two of them found a tree stump to sit down and started chatting.
"Oh, my old brother, potatoes have a high yield, but they also damage the land. After planting potatoes for one season, you have to plant alfalfa for a year. My family has planted half an acre of land this year, which is enough for the whole family.
That’s enough. The royal family doesn’t allow potatoes to be sold casually. Only a few rich and wealthy people with evil intentions secretly sell them. I heard that a lot of money is made.”
"It would be a pity not to plant more good grain. You can harvest more than 20 tons a year. Even if you plant it for one year, it is more cost-effective than planting two crops of wheat."
"What's such a pity? Just eat some potatoes during the disaster year. Who's going to eat that stuff day and night? Besides, we have to plant corn next year, and the Yun family has all planted potatoes. How can other people survive?"
, The owner of the farm said that our Yun family farm will not take away those miserable people to eat, and let them grow corn next year. "
"Corn? What is this? I have lived for so many years and have been farming for a while. Why haven't I heard of this kind of food? Is it a new food that your Lord Marquis got from the old god?"
The owner of the Yun family laughed and said: "That's not true. My Marquis is a greedy person. He used to follow the old fairy around, looking for delicious food everywhere. He accidentally ate corn and couldn't remember where he ate it. As a result,
I actually found a few uneaten corn kernels in my bag, so I threw them into the flowerpot and buried them. Who knew that after autumn, there would be a harvest?
It brought out such a big piece."
The farmer was overjoyed and pointed at the large field of corn and laughed. The corn is delicious. This is what the Marquis said. Even a noble man like the Marquis said it is delicious. How can it be worse? There will be more seeds next year.
Plant some, but the royal family only said that potatoes are not allowed to be sold, but they did not say that corn is not allowed to be sold.
The old servant shook his head, thanked the farmer, returned to the bullock cart, and whispered something to the people in the cart. From time to time he pointed to the busy county magistrate in the distance and pointed to the cornfield, seeming very excited.
After listening to the report of the old servant, the carriage curtain opened, and an old man wearing a high hat climbed out of the carriage. There were only a few sparse hairs on his bare head, no eyebrows at all, a lion's mouth, and a head of garlic.
He has a few white beards on his nose and chin that are evenly uneven, making him look funny but sanctimonious and awe-inspiring.
This is old Master Yan Zhitui, who is full of poetry and calligraphy. He got off the carriage, looked at the sun in the sky, and started walking towards the county magistrate. When he came to the field, he saw the fat county man who was already covered in mud.
Ling was picking potatoes from the basket. He nodded with satisfaction, raised his hands and asked: "Why is the county minister covered in dirt?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend it.
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