After talking for a while, he felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the teacup next to him, skimmed off the foam floating on the surface with the lid, took a sip, and prepared to listen attentively to whether it was tens or hundreds of acres.
"Uh, it should be a little over ten acres?" Shui Qing wasn't entirely sure, so she gave an estimate.
According to books such as "Complete Guide to High-Yield Potato Cultivation" and "Efficient Potato Planting Techniques," the yield per mu (unit of land area) can generally reach more than 2,000 jin (unit of weight).
But her family still has a lot of land that has just been reclaimed. Although they have used plenty of composted farmyard manure such as chicken manure, sheep manure, and pig manure, the fertility is still somewhat worse than the previous fields.
Bai Manshan spat out all of his tea!
Cough cough cough!
Li Huyu had learned martial arts from her father since childhood. After marrying into the Bai family, she had never had a chance to use her skills. Today, however, they came in handy – she stood in front of her husband.
Avoid spraying tea onto Fan Jin and Shui Qing's faces.
While coughing until his face turned red, Bai Manshan was still relieved that his wife had saved his face.
Oh, how embarrassing!
After coughing for a while, he finally caught his breath. He brushed the jade from the lake and asked the two men, "More than ten acres? Are you sure it's more than ten acres?"
Even if this ten-odd mu is nineteen mu, it still yields over a thousand jin per mu.
Fan Jin replied, "Yes, there are a few other households in the village that also grow potatoes, and the approximate yield per acre has been estimated."
"How many?"
"The poor ones weigh about 1,300 jin, while the good ones should be around 1,800 jin."
Bai Manshan opened her mouth, not daring to drink the tea.
He pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "This is a real treasure."
A treasure that could cause a sensation throughout the entire Ming Dynasty.
No, no.
"I remember the last time I came, was it in the eleventh or twelfth lunar month? Weren't there potatoes planted in the vegetable garden?" How come they're harvesting potatoes again after only half a year?
Should these potatoes be planted in the first half of the year or the second half?
Fan Jin gently explained, "Those were planted in August or September, while these were planted in January or February. They can be harvested in about four months. Try planting two seasons a year."
It actually worked!
Bai Manshan swallowed hard.
My usually calculating mind was a bit chaotic and noisy.
A crop yielding over a thousand catties per mu, and being able to grow two crops a year, would be a remarkable achievement that would shock the court and the public and be rewarded in any dynasty!
He looked at Fan Jin and Shui Qing with regret in his eyes.
A prosperous era is naturally a great and joyous occasion to be celebrated.
In times of chaos, power struggles among various factions can be the root of all misfortune...
Thinking that they hadn't monopolized it but shared it, he agreed, saying, "It's a good thing for everyone in the village to grow it."
The more dispersed they are, the better.
"Brother Bai mentioned wanting to plant some, is it still necessary?" Fan Jin asked.
Bai Manshan nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I need to, and I will buy them at the price of seeds."
Our summers are rainy and hot, but these potatoes always seem to avoid the rainy season; they're practically made for our southern city!
In any case, high-yield grain production is not a crime.
"Alright, I'll keep it all for you." Fan Jin thought about the quantity and then asked, "By the way, this harvest should be enough to plant about 500 mu of land. Isn't that a bit too much?"
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