Qiao Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You guys are happy, but I'm not. If the villagers continue to be like this, I'm afraid I can't stay in this village anymore!"
Li Zhong stood up suddenly and called everyone to come up. He was afraid of scaring the living Buddha away. He couldn't help but smile at Qiao Xin ingratiatingly: "No, no, no, we'll listen to you. We won't kneel. We are just too happy. We have never harvested so much food. We just want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
If it weren't for the old lady encouraging everyone to open up wasteland and cultivate the land, we would never have been able to live such a good life in our lives."
Qiao Xin smiled and said, "I can't do so much by myself. After all, it is the result of everyone's joint efforts. You don't have to thank me. This good life is created by you with your own hands. I just provide you with some conditions."
Li Zhongdao thought to himself, without the conditions you provided, they might not see hope even if they had to dig in the dirt for their entire lives. You are a low-key person, but we cannot help but be grateful, right?
Qiao Xinyou asked: "How is the output from other people's fields?"
Manager Cao said, "The difference is a bit big, the biggest difference is one or two shi. This income is already very high. In previous years, the production of the best farmland in Weizhou Prefecture was only four shi. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"
"This is normal. A good crop depends on manure. We use a lot more fertilizer than everyone else. It's normal for the yield to be higher. When everyone has cultivated their land, the yield will be stable at around 6 shi."
The public toilet built by the Qiao family not only collects the night fragrance from all over Weizhou Prefecture, but the ducks, pig farms, and chicken farms at home also produce a lot of organic fertilizer.
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