Shui Qing was deeply moved!

Her family is indeed short-handed right now.

An adult can plant about one acre of potatoes a day, while a child is considered very good if they can plant half an acre.

At home, Yan Qiuxing was in charge of brewing wine, Dahe and Dahu were in charge of feeding livestock, Fan Jin transported rice wine to the prefectural city in the morning and plowed the fields in the afternoon, and Ling Ran plowed the fields all day long.

The only ones who can grow potatoes are Dajiang and himself after cooking.

Dajiang turned ten after the New Year. In Ming Dynasty, a ten-year-old child could be used as half a laborer. In the past few months, Dajiang has become much stronger. Let's say he can plant half an acre a day.

To be honest, I can't even cultivate an acre of land in a day!

Fan Jin didn't agree to let someone who was lazy and ignorant of farming, especially someone who had never worked in the fields, plant potatoes. Even if Fan Jin had agreed, she probably wouldn't have planted as many as Da Jiang in a day!

She looked at Aunt Zhang, whose chapped face was covered in wrinkles, clearly the result of years of hard work.

She had seen Zhang Xiaocao many times; that girl was extremely efficient at her work.

Mu Niu and Tie Niu are thirteen or fourteen years old, so planting potatoes should be no problem for them.

With these four people joining, although we can't keep up with the farming progress, the difference isn't significant.

But, "What about your house? Is there enough time?"

For the villagers, housing is a top priority, and several families have already moved into their new homes before the Lunar New Year.

The remaining families were also busy during the first month of the lunar calendar, with several moving in one after another.

Because of the charcoal burning last year, Aunt Zhang's family's progress was delayed quite a bit. Now, with the help of planting potatoes, the day they move into their new house will be delayed for who knows how many more days.

When Shuiqing asked about the progress of her house construction, Aunt Zhang laughed heartily and said, "Oh, it's nothing!"

Compared to earning money and farming, building a house is a bit slower, but that's fine;

"We have food, drink, and money; the house isn't going anywhere, so what difference does it make whether we build it sooner or later?"

They wanted to move into a new house, but when it came to food, clothing, and money, the new house had to take a back seat.

She never wanted to experience the days of having no food and her children crying out for food in their sleep, nor did she want to have to endure the pain of her children being sick and delirious with fever because she had no money to see a doctor or get medicine.

She was incompetent and only wanted to follow a capable person and rely on her own hard work to feed her children.

Shuiqing heard that it was alright, knowing Aunt Zhang's determination. She wasn't just set on the potatoes, but on her own family!

Before making any promises, she first inquired about the situation: "How much land do you own? How much is your harvest?"

Aunt Zhang answered truthfully: "Of the twenty-seven mu of land, most of it was wasteland that was reclaimed later. The soil is not fertile, so the harvest has never been very good."

Most corn is grown in good years with favorable weather; the harvest is plentiful, with yields reaching over 400 jin per mu (approximately 200 kg per hectare). Even in bad years, yields can be as low as 100-200 jin per mu.

Shui Qing was secretly alarmed. The yield of corn per mu in China is at least a thousand jin. When the soil is fertile, the weather is favorable, and the varieties are excellent, the yield per mu can reach more than two thousand jin.

The difference is too big.

No wonder China has such a large population and everyone is well-fed.

"If we take an average yield of 300 jin per mu, then 27 mu of land can yield 8,100 jin of corn. Is that enough for your family?"

Corn is different from rice, wheat, and potatoes; it has a corn stalk inside!

This pole is much heavier than rice husks.

"It's enough to eat. If we work hard to manage the wasteland and eat more frugally, we can still have some left over. But we can't just eat corn for three meals a day."