Chapter 152 High Yield per Mu
Chi Ming stopped as he was told and arrived at the door of the greenhouse.
The light that came through the greenhouse was completely different from the light that came through the window paper.
He stood outside the window and looked inside curiously.
"Is this Liuli?"
The transparency is similar to the glass fish tank that Bai Qinghuan gave him.
"Where did you get such a large piece of glass?"
Dongxi does not have the technology to produce colored glass, and those used to make jewelry have to be purchased at high prices.
Even so, there is still no demand for it.
What happened during the time he was away from the capital?
Bai Qinghuan is so powerful.
Bai Qinghuan had no intention of hiding it from him, but the things inside were more important now.
"We'll talk about this later. Come with me first."
She pushed the door open and saw an oil lamp burning inside and wood burning in the stove, making it warm like spring.
The light you see outside is the light from the burning wood in the stove.
"Look at the ground."
Chi Ming saw that the ground inside was not paved, but loose soil, and there were things planted on it.
He squatted down like Bai Qinghuan and saw the things on the ground, there were six in total.
One of them even had round, triangular leaves growing on it.
What was shown to him must have been something quite rare, and he had indeed never seen it before.
I looked at it carefully, but after a long time I still couldn't figure out what it meant.
It's just a small green vine lying on the ground, and judging from its color, it should be alive.
"What's this?"
Bai Qinghuan checked the vine knot that he had cut off earlier. It was already turning a little white underneath and should soon take root.
"This is a crop I read about in a book. It's called sweet potato. Its yield is very high, much higher than rice, corn, and wheat."
The reason why it is called sweet potato instead of red potato is because she is not sure whether the seedlings will produce red-skinned potatoes.
In her previous life, she had seen sweet potatoes with red skin, white skin, red core, and white core.
If this had white skin when it grew, and someone asked why it was called sweet potato, she wouldn't be able to answer.
Hearing about the high yield, Chi Ming became serious. The yield of rice and wheat per mu is only a few hundred kilograms, and some lower ones are 200 to 300 kilograms. For example, the best paddy fields in Jiangnan can produce 500 kilograms of rice per mu, which is already quite good.
"How many?"
He himself didn't realize that he was feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
"About two to three thousand kilograms."
Chi Ming's pupils contracted violently: "Two or three thousand kilograms?"
Unbelievable!
If Bai Qinghuan said 800 kilograms, he would have considered it a high yield.
But she said two or three thousand kilograms, is that possible?
Bai Qinghuan knew that this yield would not be easily accepted by people, because in his previous life, the yield of sweet potatoes, or yams, started at 5,000 kilograms per mu.
There were no chemical fertilizers in ancient times and the land was relatively barren, so she was underestimating the situation.
"It's true, look here."
She carefully lifted up the sweet potato vine that she had planted at the beginning a little bit. There were already quite a few white roots at the node where the leaves grew and where it touched the soil.
"Just these roots, and on each of them there will be a sweet potato growing."
"Of course, if you leave all the sweet potatoes growing in each node, they won't grow big, so the best way is to only leave the sweet potatoes in one place, so that the yield can be guaranteed."
"The extra leaves and tender vines can also be eaten as vegetables."
The more she spoke, the more excited Chi Ming became. If this was true, then Dongxi would never lack food in the future.
“How do you eat this?”
"You can steam, boil or roast it, and it is also easy to store as long as it is placed in a cool and ventilated place."
There is a cellar in Dongxi, so there is no problem storing sweet potatoes.
Chi Ming was looking forward to the taste of the sweet potato. With such a high yield per mu, if it were widely planted, Dongxi's national strength would surely rise to a higher level.
"Maybe as military rations?"
Bai Qinghuan thought for a moment and said, "Not really."
Chi Ming raised his eyebrows in doubt. If you can, you can. If you can’t, you can’t. What do you mean you can’t?
"Sweet potatoes are said to be sweet and chewy, making them a good staple food. However, eating too much of them can cause heartburn, so they should not be eaten too much."
It contains a lot of crude fiber. If you eat it for a long time, you will easily suffer from indigestion and become thin.
"When there are wheat, corn and rice, sweet potatoes can be planted appropriately, but if there is a famine, they can also be used to save lives."
"Also, it's not very filling, so it's not suitable as military rations."
"But if we make it into dried sweet potatoes, it can still replace part of the military rations."
She chattered away, and Chi Ming understood.
"As long as it's food, it's fine."
"If this really works, you will have made a great contribution!"
"Hehe...I think so too."
This sweet potato seedling is her capital to become a princess.
Chi Ming felt that everything he encountered after returning to Beijing was good.
The first thing that made me happy was that I met Bai Qinghuan in advance, and I also got a lot of benefits.
The second happiest thing is this sweet potato.
I can never get enough of looking at those six little things planted on the ground.
"Qing Huan, where did you get it from?"
"I had someone organize a caravan a while ago and got it from Nanzhao."
Chi Ming raised his head and looked at her seriously: "You are forming a caravan?"
He was a little nervous. Bai Qinghuan was fine, so why did he form a caravan?
I held her hand tightly and didn't let go, knowing that she had some bad ideas.
If she forms a caravan, will she leave the capital herself?
Bai Qinghuan didn't say much, but showed a money-grubbing smile on his face: "I want to earn more money. I can't move forward without money."
"Are you short of money?"
After saying this, Chi Ming also thought that Bai Changhao was a poor student and his family had no foundation.
Relying on the dowry given by the An Ning Marquis' Mansion, her life was probably quite difficult.
Without even thinking, he said, "I'll give it to you."
Xishun is in charge of the money in the Regent's Palace. He will send her some banknotes when he returns to Beijing.
When she marries into the Regent's Palace, she will be in charge of all the properties, and there will be no shortage of money.
So the caravan can be disbanded.
I think I came up with a very good idea.
"What do I need your money for? I can earn it myself."
You will feel more confident spending the money you earn yourself.
Spend however you want and as much as you want.
But, isn’t the topic off track?
"Let's talk business."
"It is not picky about the soil, and it doesn't matter how poor the soil is. It can also resist drought and flood, so it can be said that it can survive anywhere it is planted."
She had her own purpose for telling Chi Ming about the sweet potato.
If she wanted to promote sweet potatoes, or even grow them on a large scale, her mother's farm didn't have much land, so she needed Chi Ming's support.
However, it takes a long time to breed it. If we want to promote it nationwide, it will take at least a few years.
"If it is really as you said, I will give you a thousand acres of land on the edge of the capital for you to plant."
Bai Qinghuan laughed. Chi Ming really understood her.
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