The yield per mu after one year of growth is calculated as 700-800 jin, and one jin is worth 210 wen.
Shui Qing quickly calculated that the profit per mu was more than 140 taels!
This isn't just a matter of being much higher than rice and wheat; it's like heaven and earth!
And this is only the yield after one year; as the growing season progresses, the yield per acre can increase further...
The old village chief weighed the black lump in his palm. "I estimate it weighs about half a pound. Eldest, second, and third brothers, you all go down to the field and dig up this whole acre to see how much the yield can be!"
The old village chief only gave instructions to his three sons, but when the men in the village heard them, they all got up and went to work.
There's no rush to harvest the medicinal herbs, so everyone is less anxious than during the usual autumn harvest. They're carrying hoes, ready to check Shuiqing's yield per mu before digging up their own for comparison.
After hearing the old village chief's words, he jumped down from the ridge and started digging!
Hundreds of men worked at the same time, each responsible for only a few square meters. In no time, an acre of land was dug up, and every single he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum) was packed into bamboo baskets.
Hu Wenhua stepped forward and weighed each bamboo basket in his hand, estimating that they weighed about 1,700 jin.
The scene was silent at first, then it exploded as water was poured into the hot oil!
"Seventeen hundred catties, oh dear, I can't calculate it. How much silver is that?"
"Uncle Ding said that the longer the age, the more than 400 coins per catty, and the shorter the age, the more than 200 coins per catty. Even if we calculate based on the shorter age, it is still more than 200 coins per catty. I... I can't calculate it!"
"No miscalculation? This much per acre? That's almost the same yield as potatoes!"
"How could it be wrong? Wen Hua's hand is like a scale; it's not perfectly accurate, but it can't be off by much! Besides, look at these huge baskets; they must weigh over a thousand catties. How much silver would that sell for?"
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Aunt Zhang kept swallowing, too shocked to speak.
She looked at her son and daughter beside her, opened her mouth, and asked, "How much?"
Jinniu Xiaocao shook their heads simultaneously: "I... I'm afraid I've miscalculated."
They had learned arithmetic at the school and had already calculated it, but the amount was too huge, and they were afraid of making a mistake, so they dared not say it aloud.
Old Village Chief Fan Qiye also figured it out, and his hands, which were leaning on his cane, trembled even more violently.
The other families planted the crops along with Shuiqing. They didn't compost as much manure as Shuiqing, so the fertilizer wasn't as good, and their yield per mu was lower than Shuiqing's, but the difference shouldn't be too big.
Even if the difference is large, there will still be a thousand catties, which is more than two hundred taels of silver!
A mu of land can yield more than 200 taels of silver, something that would have been unthinkable in the past.
Several of the older people were helped back to bed on the spot, while the younger people were put in charge of collecting the medicinal herbs.
Everyone moved to Grandma Xu's land again.
These were planted this year, and it took more than a hundred men working together to dig them up. In no time, they were all filled into bamboo baskets and carried over.
This time, the eggs were significantly smaller than a fist; the largest were only about the size of a newly hatched chicken egg, and most were slightly larger than bird eggs.
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