Short-term workers on the West Bank continue to clear the forests, and now there are hundreds of acres of land on the West Bank, adding up to 1,300 acres.

In Qiao Lan's plan, the West Bank was all used to plant peppers, and now the pepper seedlings are still being cultivated in the seedbed and have not been transplanted, so the entire West Bank looks empty and there is nothing.

Qiao Lan didn't stop until she walked to the edge of the pepper nursery. At this time, the pepper seedlings only grew an inch, and after ten days and half a month, they could be transplanted into the field.

Feng Qixiang looked at the pepper seedlings and was puzzled, "Brother Qiao, what do you want to show for your brother?

"Don't open your mouth and shut your birthday ceremony, you don't have to lose your own style. After Qiao Lan finished speaking, she pointed to the middle of the pepper nursery, "Look over there." ”

Feng Qixiang followed her to look over, only to find that the pepper nursery was not necessarily a pepper, and there was actually a green grass in the middle.

He subconsciously wanted to ask, why did you plant such a piece of grass here, fortunately, he stopped it in time, he also knew that Qiao Lan would never be untargeted, such a thing as planting grass is not impossible, it depends on what kind of grass it is.

"That grass ......"

"It's not grass! it's rice seedlings. Qiao Lan was so convinced of Feng Qixiang that she couldn't do it, she obviously looked very concerned about farming, stared at her field as a whole, and then pulled things to him, and when she turned around, she couldn't even recognize the rice seedlings.

"Is this what you want me to see?" I don't know what's so special?" Feng Qixiang asked decisively and shamelessly.

In addition to Feng Yi, there are also Feng Dalang and several long-term workers who are weeding, and the super rice thing. Qiao Lan didn't want too many people to know yet. She beckoned to Feng Qixiang, who hurriedly leaned over. He was tall, a head taller than her. So I had to bend down to get her height.

"Brother Feng should be calm when he hears this, and he can't be too excited. The yield of this kind of rice per mu can reach more than 1,000 catties. "This is still discounted, and the yield of rice planted in space is as high as 2,500 catties per mu.

Qiao Lan exhaled like an orchid, scratching Feng Qixiang's ears itching, his attention was all on his ears, and he only replied unconsciously, "Oh." The yield is not bad. ”

When Qiao Lan heard this, her eyes widened, "Just ...... Do you know how many catties of rice per mu are in China?"

Feng Qixiang looked dazed and asked rhetorically, "How much?" Well, he really doesn't know.

"......" Qiao Lan felt a deep, deep sense of powerlessness in her heart, and she was speechless for Feng Qixiang.

"Seal one. How many catties of grain can one mu of rice in a country produce?" Feng Qixiang turned around and asked Feng Yi, who had been following him, and Feng Yi gave the answer without thinking, "When the year is good, you can harvest 400 catties." If the year is not good, it will be in vain, or even the harvest will be lost. ”

"So little, then ......" Feng Qixiang realized what Qiao Lan meant when he told him. The yield per mu is more than 1,000 catties, which is not three times that of ordinary rice. Even four times?" His voice trembled slightly, "Brother Qiao." What you just said is true?"

This is a normal reaction, Qiao Lan thought. "Of course it's true, it's truer than pearls. ”

"This ...... What, where did it come from?" Feng Qixiang believed in Qiao Lan as much as he believed in himself, although he didn't know what he was based on, he trusted Qiao Lan so much.

Qiao Lan squatted down to check the growth of the seedlings, and at the same time said, "This is inconvenient to inform Brother Feng, as long as Brother Feng knows that the younger brother has such a seedling in his hand, and is willing to use it for you, take what you want." ”

Feng Qixiang was silent for a long time, and then asked, "How much is the yield per mu of sweet potatoes planted in the beautiful land?"

Oh, I haven't forgotten my sweet potatoes, and my son can be taught. "Two thousand two hundred pounds ......"

"So !!" Rao is already mentally prepared, but Feng Qixiang was still greatly surprised, he knew that the yield of sweet potatoes was high, but he didn't expect it to be so high, even if he didn't have a specific concept of the yield of crops, but there was the yield of rice and super rice in front of the foreshadowing, no matter how idiotic people know, what an incredible number of two thousand two hundred catties per mu yield.

Qiao Lan said lightly, "In the same way, sweet potatoes can also be used for you." ”

After the shock, Feng Qixiang asked, "Brother Qiao, what do you want?" He knew very well that although Qiao Lan's heart was easy to soften, he would never be able to let go of the people in the world, and now he suddenly contributed these two crops that could subvert the agricultural affairs of the country, and it was definitely not for the righteous path of the world. I hid it before, but now I offer it with both hands, which shows that the request is not small.

He began to believe that what Zhou Changle said was true. What must have happened to Brother Qiao? What made Brother Qiao lose his senses?

Feng Qixiang actually used "out of proportion" to describe Qiao Lan's righteous move, but Qiao Lan did not disappoint him, it was really not for the so-called morality.

Qiao Lan withdrew her gaze from the swaying seedlings, looked at Feng Qixiang, and said solemnly, "In your name, do your best to ensure the stability of my Qiao family for generations." ”

When she said this, she was full of aura, and there was a gust of wind at that time, which blew her sideburns and swayed her clothes...... Feng Qixiang was stunned for a while, and in a trance, he actually had a feeling of a thousand years at a glance.

She replied, "Okay?"

This time, he didn't hesitate any longer and replied, "Good!"

One question and one answer, the alliance between the two that has dragged on for so long can be regarded as officially concluded.

Returning to the West Bank mansion from the field, Qiao Lan and Feng Qixiang discussed for a long time.

Qiao Lan meant that by using super rice and sweet potatoes to actively stock up on grain, in case of a war, the food in their hands would be the biggest reliance on winning the war, but this was just her personal idea, Feng Qixiang was much more far-reaching than she thought. He wanted to use these two crops to win the hearts and minds of the five princes.

If the public opinion of the world can be attributed to the five princes, then the five princes will have a few more chances of winning on the throne. The mother family of the five princes is not obvious, and they have also lost the biggest support of the prince, but thanks to the fact that his mother family is not obvious, otherwise he would have become a thorn in the eye of the second prince, a thorn in the flesh, and then fast, how can he live with good arms and legs until now.

"Brother Feng, how are you doing?"

"The emperor is about to divide the eight adult princes other than the crown prince, and the five princes will be crowned kings of Jin, where do you guess his fief is?"

Just the plan, you know so clearly, whether it's the guy's secrecy that isn't in place, or you're too terrible. "Hehe! The little brother is just a small people, how can he guess the king's intentions. "It won't be Tongzhou, don't, it's better to stay away, Qiao Lan thought a little apprehensively, and the next moment, Feng Qixiang broke her expectations, "It's our Tongzhou!" King Jin can come to Tongzhou, which is a happy thing for him. (To be continued.) )