Chapter 197 Is the output really that high?
"What are these?" Mrs. Wu took the paper and looked at it carefully.
Shen Qingqian looked at his family members seriously and said, "I once saw a note in my grandfather's study from the handwriting of Grand Tutor Chen, the most travel-loving of our dynasty. Twenty years ago, he traveled overseas and visited foreign countries. This note recorded several special crops and high-yield grains from foreign countries."
"What you are seeing now are the pictures of several crops that I once saw in that notebook."
Of course, the notes and the like were fake; she just wanted to find an excuse for the source of her information.
Chen Xiao frowned, "If it was a high-yield grain, why didn't Master Chen bring it back to Dajin?"
In this era, materials were scarce, and seeds were one of them. Especially for foreigners, they were willing to pay high prices for high-quality barley and wheat from the Jin Dynasty.
Similarly, if there are good things in foreign countries, Dajin will also want to bring the seeds back.
Shen Qingqian had already prepared an excuse, "Grand Tutor Chen did bring them there, but he encountered bandits on his way back, and all the seeds and rare saplings were lost."
"No wonder." Shen Xiao was relieved. He had said that with Grand Tutor Chen's status in the Great Jin, it was impossible for him not to think of this.
Shen Qingqian continued, "Perhaps you think this so-called high yield isn't much more than our other crops, but Grand Tutor Chen specifically mentioned in his notes that sweet potatoes can yield 15 dan per mu!"
"What do you mean 15 dan per mu?" Wu stood up suddenly in shock. "Is it really that much?"
One dan in Dajin is one hundred kilograms. Currently, the highest-yielding wheat only produces eight dan at most in a bumper year.
Shen Qingqian nodded, "This is what is written in Grand Tutor Chen's notes."
In fact, under modern precision cultivation, the maximum yield of sweet potatoes can reach about 5,000 to 8,000 kilograms, which is equivalent to 50 to 80 stones.
Compared to Dajin's highest yield of eight stone, Shen Qingqian only conservatively said fifteen stone. Because productivity was low at the moment, she couldn't guarantee the final output. If it turned out to be more, it would be a surprise.
"With such a high yield, does this thing taste good?" Shen Qingning asked a practical question, which was consistent with her foodie nature.
Shen Qingqian was really at a loss for words. Why did she keep talking about food?
But the question still needs to be answered. "I don't know about that, but Master Chen did mention that this thing is considered a staple food for ordinary people in the local area."
During a special period in her world, the staple food of the Chinese people was also sweet potatoes. However, without sophisticated cultivation at the time, the sweet potato yield was far less than 5,000 kilograms, and many people still suffered from hunger.
"If it can be used as a staple food, it shouldn't be too bad. That puts my mind at ease." Shen Qingning patted his chest exaggeratedly. "Otherwise, if our family has to eat that thing in the future, I will definitely vomit."
Lin was almost irritated by her words. She held her forehead and shook her head, "You can't stop talking about food. No one would believe you if you weren't a pig in your previous life."
Shen Qingning: ""
Shen Qingqian couldn't help but burst out laughing, but she quickly covered her mouth and tried hard to hold back her laughter.
Hahahaha, the complaints coming from my own mother are so sharp.
The others couldn't hold back either, and the room was filled with laughter.
Shen Qingning's face turned red from everyone's laughter, and she hurriedly tried to retort, but unfortunately no one listened to what she said.
Just then, a pleasant male voice was heard outside the house.
"Is the Sixth Miss home?"
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