Ke Xin smiled lightly: "Three hundred taels."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone stood up in shock, even her own family members stood up and looked at her with shock, surprise, and disbelief.
At this moment, an elderly man, his heart pounding, asked cautiously with trembling beard, "Village Chief, is this true? I'm old, please don't lie to me."
"Grandpa Hu, how could I lie to you? As long as you plant as I say and follow the planting methods I teach you, the yield of 300 taels per mu is conservative. If you work harder and God takes care of you, the yield of 4,000 jin per mu is possible, or even 4,500 jin."
After hearing this, Hu Guang couldn't sit still any longer. He immediately leaned on his crutches and was about to leave: "I, I, I... I will go home and organize my family to open up wasteland. If we open up one more acre of land, we can earn hundreds of taels more. I wouldn't dare to do this in my dreams..."
Ke Xin laughed and blocked Hu Guang's way: "Grandpa, even if we want to reclaim the wasteland now, it's not possible. The ground is already frozen. And if we can reclaim the wasteland, we have to pay for it first!"
"Besides, it's almost time for dinner. No matter how anxious you are, you have to eat before you can get ready for work, right?"
Hu Guang laughed heartily, patting Kexin's arm with his shaking hands. "Don't laugh at Grandpa. I'm just too tired to live in poverty. In my entire life, let alone three hundred taels, I've never even seen thirty taels. When I heard that I could earn three hundred taels per mu, my heart is pounding with excitement!"
"Haha, Grandpa, don't just say your heart is beating fast, ours is too."
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