Chapter 697 I Want Them All
Su Yunting said without thinking: "Of course, the friendship between us is higher than the mountains, deeper than the water, and stronger than iron."
Li Mingde clinked glasses with Su Yunting and asked tentatively, "Since we are brothers, shouldn't we share good things?"
Su Yunting quickly hugged Shuyao and looked at Li Mingde warily: "Brother, you can't bully your friend's wife!"
Li Mingde was speechless.
Shuyao hid her hand in her sleeve, grabbed the soft flesh on Su Yunting's waist, twisted it hard, and glared at Su Yunting.
Su Yunting grimaced in pain, his eyes begging for mercy.
Only then did Shuyao let go of her hand.
Su Yunting and Li Mingde met each other's heads and said, "Third brother, I don't have the final say on this matter. You have to start with my mother."
"Alas. We can't compete with those two guys!" Li Mingde pouted in the direction of Cui Sanlun.
Just at this moment, Niu Jinyi came over, offered a glass of wine, and then explained his purpose: "Brother Yunting, tell me the truth, are those two crops really as productive as you said?"
Niu Jinyi has been assisting Cui Sanlun in managing Shuozhou, and is one of the talents that Gu Nanxi is optimistic about.
He came to ask, also representing Cui Sanlun.
Su Yunting had great respect for this adopted grandfather. Not to mention, when the adopted grandfather was in Kyoto, he took good care of their family.
Even now, Yizu is already at an age where he can enjoy his retirement, but he still drags his frail body and works hard in Shuozhou.
He is not keen on fame and fortune, and the reason for this is simply because of his mother.
Su Yunting appreciates this favor!
Su Yunting stopped laughing and said solemnly, "I dare not hide it from Brother Niu. Wherever I went, the slaves were lazy and their farming skills were very low. They simply sowed the seeds and didn't take care of them, but the yield per acre was as high as 300 kilograms."
oh my god!!!
Niu Jin swallowed his saliva and asked hesitantly, "You mean you didn't care much?"
"They just water it, they don't even pull out the weeds, let alone fertilize it."
Hiss hiss hiss!
Niu Jinyi and Li Mingde both gasped, and then their eyes turned red with jealousy!
In order to increase the yield from the land, the Chinese nation has tried every possible means and summarized various experiences from the pre-Qin period to the present.
The people of Yunzhou treat the young seedlings in the fields as if they were their ancestors, and only then can they barely achieve a yield of 200 kilograms per mu!
Look at them! Look at them!!
Jealousy makes people crazy and jealousy makes people twisted.
Niu Jinyi, who was always steady, couldn't help but say sourly: "In the pre-Qin period, the yield per mu was less than 50 catties. The Han Dynasty promoted the iron plow and the method of replacing fields, and the yield per mu increased to 100 catties. Until the previous dynasty, when the curved plow was invented, the yield per mu was less than 150 catties. In the Guanzhong Plain area, the yield per mu was only 200 catties."
As for Yunzhou, despite the use of fertilizer pills, repair of irrigation canals, and cultivation of high-quality seeds, the highest yield per mu was only over 200, and the yield per mu in mountainous areas was only about 100.
However, the potatoes that Su Yunting brought back, any kind of them, had a yield of 300 per mu.
Niu Jinyi didn't say who was envious.
Su Yunting understood their feelings very well.
Thinking back to when he first learned about the existence of this magical object, he wanted to send troops to capture it and not let go of a single seed!
Later, he discovered that perhaps because the local climate was too good, there was no need for careful farming. The gifts from nature alone were enough for the locals to survive.
Therefore, the locals did not care about potatoes, thought they were not tasty, and were too lazy to grow them.
Su Yunting could exchange a piece of silk for hundreds of kilograms of potatoes!
How polite!
Su Yunting acted promptly and replaced all the goods he brought with potatoes, filling up two ships before setting off back.
Su Yunting consoled him, "They can produce 300 kilograms per mu with simple planting. When we get here, if we cultivate carefully, we may be able to produce 400 kilograms per mu!"
Li Mingde adjusted his depressed mood and laughed, "Be more confident, maybe you can reach 500 kilograms!"
Hahaha, no matter what you think, no one takes 500 pounds seriously.
This is impossible!
If this can achieve a yield of 500 kilograms per mu, Su Yunting and others can build a temple for potatoes!
Niu Jinyi smiled happily: "Even 300 kilograms is enough! It can be cultivated in the barren mountainous areas. Even if the yield per mu is only 100 kilograms, it is pure profit!"
"What? Five hundred kilograms?! Su Erlang, quickly bring out the new breed for me to see." Mr. Xu, who was exhausted, pushed open the door of the hall and ran to Su Yunting with the help of his students.
Su Yunting quickly stood up and went to help Mr. Xu.
This guy is my mother's darling, and he never likes to leave Yunzhou. What brought him here?
"Teacher, Bian Que An said that you are old and should not be too excited." The student advised helplessly.
Mr. Xu didn't care about that: "If there really is such a divine seed, I can live another hundred years!"
Su Yunting quickly gave up his seat to Mr. Xu: "Mr. Xu, please take a seat. The things are not with me, I will ask someone to get them right away!"
Old Xu sat down and kept urging him: "Hurry up! Go! Don't delay important matters! And Fang family kid, what's wrong with you?! How come you run slower than an old man like me? You should exercise!"
Fang Yinnian's hair was a little messy, his clothes were untidy, and he looked disheveled. As soon as he entered the lobby, he chose the seat closest to the door and sat down.
His cheeks flushed and he gasped: "Mr. Xu, everyone in Yunzhou knows that I am weak!"
Wang Buxi's eyes narrowed. As soon as he left, Yunzhou's two big treasures followed him out!
It’s terrible!
Wang Buxi stood up quickly, first looked at Old Xu, then at Fang Yinnian, and saw that the two were just gasping for breath and did not feel unwell, so he felt relieved.
After he was relieved, Wang Buxi complained a little, "Mr. Xu, I understand that you came here in the snow after hearing the news about the improved seeds. But why did you bring Mr. Fang with you? Neither the glass workshop nor the military workshop would hire him."
Being disliked by Wang, Mr. Xu felt a little embarrassed: "I just thought that Mr. Fang is knowledgeable and might be able to recognize the good breed!"
Fang Yinnian lay on the table like a dead dog. When he heard what Mr. Xu said, he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu, you really think too highly of me.
In my previous life, I didn't know the difference between the five grains, and this life is even more so!
Fang Yinnian knew that he had made a wasted trip, but when he thought about meeting Duke Yun and returning to Yunzhou with him, Fang Yinnian became energetic again.
"Sir, the good seeds are here!"
The servant, protected by two guards on both sides, walked in with his head lowered, holding two wooden boxes.
Everyone was very curious about these two things, so they gathered around them.
"Su Erlang, have you ever tasted these two things? What do they taste like?"
"It doesn't taste good, but it fills my stomach."
Mr. Xu: “How do the locals grow it?”
"Cut into pieces."
Old Xu waved to Fang Yinnian and said, "Mr. Fang, come and take a look. Do you recognize this thing?"
Fang Yinnian's legs felt weak. Hearing Elder Xu's call, he could only stand up lazily, complaining, "I've never been to the fields before, how can I..."
Fang Yinnian stared at the contents of the box, his mouth opened so wide that a goose egg could almost fit in, and his eyeballs were about to fall out!
no!
Oh shit!
Isn't this potatoes and corn?!
Fang Yinnian was in a daze. How could these two things appear so early? !
The acreage in each dynasty was different, and they are all converted into modern acres here.
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