Before they really decided to marry off their daughter, they naturally had to carefully investigate the Feng family's character. They couldn't use Aunt Ma's reputation to bet on their daughter's future life.
The results of the investigation are naturally good. The Yang family is very satisfied with Feng Laoer's character and work, and believes that for their daughter, he is a very good person who is worthy of being entrusted to her for life.
Now that both parties are satisfied, the next thing will be easy.
To be honest, Zhang Yu would be shocked every time he saw the speed of people getting married in this era, and the progress of Feng Laoer and Yang Caiyun, as if they were using accelerators, made him even more stunned.
After Feng Laoer and Yang Caiyun met each other, it didn't take long for the two to get married. It was a coincidence that on the eve of his wedding, Zhang Yu's corn also matured.
After learning that Zhang Yu was going to harvest corn, many people suddenly appeared next to the vegetable field.
Regarding the arrival of these people, except for Zhang Yu who was a little confused, everyone else present had a tacit understanding.
You know, since the corns grew ears, many people in the yard noticed something different about the corns planted by Zhang Yu.
And as the corn cobs get bigger, they understand the difference better.
People in this era have a kind of piety towards food. For people like them who have experienced hunger, or simply are hungry, food is their god.
They will naturally turn their attention to crops with high yields, like now.
A group of people looked at the small corn field in front of them with burning eyes. Although they didn't know the yield yet, they knew at a glance that the corn cultivated by Zhang Yu had shorter stalks than the corn they were growing now.
It is much thicker and the root system is more developed.
These people are not the kind of people who are industrious and do not distinguish between grains and grains. They can obviously see the advantages of the corn cultivated by Zhang Yu.
They believe that if the yield of the corn cultivated by Zhang Yu is the same as that of most corns, they believe that many places will switch to this corn.
After all, its advantages are too obvious. With its well-developed root system and strong plants, this kind of corn will not be prone to lodging when encountering strong winds and heavy rains. You must know that crops are most afraid of lodging, and lodging means that
To reduce production.
Not to mention, if there are no surprises, just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that the yield of this kind of corn is definitely higher than those currently grown.
Being looked at by a group of people with burning eyes, Zhang Yu moved a little awkwardly. Even though he knew the yield of this variety of corn in the space many times, but being looked at by so many people, Zhang Yu's heart
Still mentioned it a little bit.
He licked his lips nervously and started.
The moment Zhang Yu started talking, Mr. Sun couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and scooped off a piece of corn. The golden corn made everyone present smile with joy.
Before Zhang Yu could make a move, they collected the corn from a portion of the field in three strokes.
After taking it back, Mr. Sun found a large scale from somewhere. After peeling the corn, he put it in the big beetle and prepared to weigh it.
The group of people stared at the scale in front of them, wanting to be the first to know how much the corn in front of them weighed?
"Ninety-five pounds, ninety-five pounds!" Mr. Sun shouted excitedly. He just relied on his seniority to suppress the others and got the first chance to see the weighing.
As soon as these words came out, the air paused for a few seconds, and then started to boil again.
"Ninety-five pounds, ninety-five pounds!" After hearing what Old Mrs. Sun said, Uncle Zhao couldn't bear it anymore. He also squeezed over and looked at the scale over and over again.
Under the disbelief eyes of a bunch of people, they continued to weigh themselves several times, and they all got the same result.
"Ninety-five kilograms. After drying, you can get at least sixty kilograms of dried corn kernels. Very good!" Mr. Sun laughed and patted Zhang Yu on the shoulder.
The people around him couldn't help but surrounded Zhang Yu. Others who heard their cheers became excited after hearing the news. Anyone with a little common sense became excited.
You must know that the yield of corn per mu in this era is generally about 400 jins, and the yield of slightly less than 400 jins may not be harvested.
However, Zhang Yu grew sixty kilograms of grain on this piece of land, which means that Zhang Yu increased the yield per mu to six hundred kilograms.
The output has been increased by half at once. This is not a small number. Who can be upset after hearing this?
To be honest, if they hadn't watched Zhang Yu plant and harvest the corn with their own eyes, and even weighed it in full view of the public, they wouldn't have believed that Zhang Yu had cultivated corn with such a high yield.
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Several neighbors whose hometowns are in rural areas are already thinking about how to exchange some seeds from Zhang Yu so that their hometowns can grow corn with a yield of up to 600 kilograms per acre.
They often feel guilty because they were raised from the countryside by their families, but they have no way to help their brothers and sisters. Now that they are better, with the corn cultivated by Zhang Yu, the family can live a better life.
Thinking of this, they looked at Zhang Yu with even more eager eyes.
Facing their request, Zhang Yu refused. He waved his hand and explained: "It's not possible yet. It's not that I'm stingy. You also know that this kind of corn has just been cultivated, and its properties are not very stable yet. It can't be used on a large scale."
If planted, who knows if there will be any problems with it?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's excitement slowly cooled down.
Yes, this kind of corn has just been cultivated. Who knows whether this miracle can be replicated next year?
In fact, it is not that there are no varieties that have been cultivated. Due to the speed problem of the secret space, Zhang Yu has cultivated more than 20 generations of corn in it, and has pushed the yield per mu to more than 1,000 kilograms. Although it is comparable to the yield per mu of corn in later generations.
There are still some shortcomings, but for this era, it is already very good.
But he has no choice but to take out the cultivated varieties directly, and he can't think of a reason to take them out. If he takes them out forcefully, it will directly put them in danger. He still has no way to be so selfless.
The reason why he was willing to report those treasures before was partly because he knew the tragedy of the next three years and wanted to contribute to it, and partly because he had just come to this world and had not fully understood the situation at that time.
The chaos he had learned from history books in the past made him feel insecure, so he wanted to give himself a guarantee.
After a long while, Mrs. Sun broke the silence and said, "What's there to worry about? Xiaoyu doesn't just give up. If the behavior is unstable, just try a few more times. There will always be a way to solve it."
