"Third Madam, please be careful."
Lin Yinan nodded to him, "Thank you!"
As they walked into the rice seedling field, the clan chief looked at her with a worried expression, like a helpless child.
"Anan, they say our seeds are ruined!"
Lin Yinan gave her a reassuring smile, "Grandpa Chief, don't worry! It won't be ruined, these seedlings will survive."
When facing her, Ding Gui and Chen San became more restrained in their speech.
"Third Madam, we have never heard of such methods before."
Lin Yinan smiled faintly, "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The soil in the paddy field is moist, so when you pull the seedlings out, you can be careful not to break them. When the seedlings grow to six or seven inches long, they are transplanted into the paddy field for manual planting. The advantage of doing this is that it ensures the distance between the seedlings, which increases the survival rate of the seedlings, makes the plants more uniform, increases the light penetration of the seedlings, makes them easier to manage, and increases the yield."
After saying that, she asked Chen San, "What is the yield per mu of your best paddy fields?"
After a moment's thought, Chen San replied, "At most 150 jin."
"If managed properly using the method I described, the yield can reach 200 jin per mu."
"Two hundred jin?"
Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
Lin Yinan smiled and said, "Don't believe me? We can make a bet. I never brag."
According to historical records, rice transplanting techniques were widely used and promoted starting from the Northern Song Dynasty, and have been developed for over a thousand years to the present day.
She won't lose this bet.
"Chief, come and see!"
Villagers who were clearing land and plowing in the distance waved and shouted wildly at their clan chief.
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