Unfortunately, she tried, but nothing came of it.
Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows; she can't put all her eggs in one basket.
With money, one should continue to buy land and acquire property to make money grow.
After accepting the assignment, Butler Li started running around the brokerage again.
Mu Yi'an exchanged some of the money in her hand for silver ingots. She secretly dug a hole in the house and buried them.
The watermelon fields in the village cannot be planted in the same field repeatedly. We tried it last year, but the results were not very good.
Mu Yi'an had Uncle Li lead people to plant soybeans on 200 acres of land. This would not only fertilize the land, but soybeans also have many other uses.
Mu Yi'an is fine now, she's just waiting for a suitable piece of land to come so she can buy some more.
In addition to watermelons, Mu Yi'an also tried growing cantaloupes in her yard this year.
The varieties weren't the familiar ones like Baisha Honey, Tianbao, Jingtian, or Huagua. But the taste was still good. Mu Yi'an picked out the sweet and mealy ones, saving seeds for several acres to plant next year.
At the county government office, Magistrate Zhao had his subordinates tally the total number of watermelons planted this year and record the total revenue from the watermelons.
Apart from Mu Yi'an and Brother Mu's watermelons, which sold for ten coins per pound, other farmers' watermelons generally sold for seven or eight coins per pound.
They knew they could save one watermelon per vine, but when it came down to it, they couldn't bear to give it up.
However, the overall income was still quite good, with each mu (unit of land area) yielding more than forty taels of silver, a figure that would drive anyone crazy.
Many families, after learning about the income from watermelons, decided to grow watermelons next year as well.
The county magistrate also issued a notice stating that as the number of watermelons planted increases, the price will drop, and people should make reasonable arrangements for their land.
Mu Yi'an did not plant a second crop of watermelons, as there was no suitable land left on the estate.
Moreover, she felt that food was also very important and could not be ignored; this year, she would stockpile more grain.
Jiang Shuyun has been gone for almost a month now. When Mu Yi'an is busy, he misses her less.
Now that I have free time, I always feel a sense of emptiness when I sleep alone in this big bed.
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