Feng Jin was eerily silent for a moment, and asked, "How good?"

Wei Ci said with a smile, "Let General Fu and Captain Meng go to the door to whisper, and the lord can hear it clearly." ”

Feng Jin: "......"

At this moment, Feng Jin looked at Meng Hun and the others with a little sympathy.

They thought they were whispering, and no third person heard it, but they didn't know that it was all heard by the lord.

"Do you want to remind them? If you let them say that, you can't guarantee that you won't get drunk and lose your words......

If you make something at the celebration banquet, you may be taken advantage of by someone with a heart.

Wei Ci also lowered his voice, "This is natural, this matter is left to Ci." ”

Feng Jin inadvertently raised his head, just in time to meet Jiang Pengji's gaze, so frightened that he almost threw out the wine cup in his hand - according to Wei Ci, the lord's ear power is excellent. She could hear the whispers of Meng Hun and the others, and naturally she could also hear the conversation between him and Wei Ci.

He was about to remind Wei Ci not to be impulsive, and before he could speak, he received Jiang Pengji's warning look.

Feng Jin silently swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and swallowed them back to his stomach.

Dead friends do not die poor.

It was such a moment of kung fu that Feng Jin sold Wei Ci without hesitation.

Wei Ci didn't know why, he came out and said, "My lord, the green jade house in Qingmen that was sent to get it last year is now more than ten acres of farming. Two days ago, the tenant farmers in charge of farming delivered the ripe fruits to the county government. It's chilled in the well right now, so why don't you take it and try it. ”

Jiang Pengji thought for a while before remembering what Wei Ci was referring to.

Qingmen green jade room, commonly known as "watermelon".

She planted a small half acre of watermelons in the county garden last year, and the yield was not much, only enough for her and her subordinates to try it, and then she felt that watermelons could be planted by the people to make money, so she planned to let some experienced tenant farmers take care of them, but she did not expect to plant successfully this year.

Counting the time, it is indeed the season when the watermelons are ripening one after another.

After Jiang Pengji agreed, Wei Ci asked the kitchen cook to fetch the watermelon from the well water.

Untie the watermelon with a knife, and the bright red melon pulp wafts away with cold air.

The watermelon is either cut into petals one by one, or directly split in half, and the melon is eaten with a spoon.

But these two ways of eating are too vulgar, Wei Ci can't imagine a gentleman like Feng Jin, holding half a round watermelon in his left hand, holding a spoon in his right hand, and scooping out a large melon pulp and stuffing it into his mouth...... It was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to imagine it.

So, he instructed the cook to cut off the skin of the melon, cut the melon into small pieces and put it on a small plate, which was convenient to eat and dazzling to look at.

"Watermelon seeds have survived more than ten acres, what is the yield of each acre?"

Watermelons are only available in small countries in the Western Regions, and if it weren't for Guxin Shangshang who brought Jiang Pengji a few live seedlings, Jiang Pengji wouldn't have been able to eat this thing.

Everyone present, except for the new ones, others also ate a little last year and tasted it.

Wei Ci replied, "One mu is about 5,000 catties. ”

Five thousand catties?

When everyone heard this number, they were all shocked, this output is really high.

Fu Wang ate a small piece, and the sweet melon flesh carried a cold and refreshing cold, which made people feel refreshed.

"Why is it all water?"

Looking at the lumps of melon flesh, he thought that this thing was the same as ordinary fruit, where did he know that it was full of juice when he bit it.

However, the fruit was quite delicious, and it didn't take long to finish a plate.

"Watermelon is like this, eating it in summer to quench your thirst and quench the heat. ”

Jiang Pengji is quite satisfied with the yield per mu of watermelon, with today's agricultural methods, there can be 5,000 catties per mu, which is already a bumper harvest.

If she had been on the air, the audience would have agreed with her.

In the world of viewers in the live broadcast room, the yield per mu is about 7,000 to 10,000, which fluctuates slightly according to the type of watermelon.

Jiang Pengji asked again, "The tenant farmer has been planting for a year, so he should have some experience." If you give melons to the people, will they be able to grow them alive?"

Watermelons have a high yield, are delicious and scarce, and should be quite marketable.

If you let the people plant some, they will definitely benefit a lot.

The premise of large-scale planting - this thing can't be pretentious!

Otherwise, the people responded to the call to plant, but because of their lack of experience, the watermelons died, but would they not pay for their death?

Wei Ci coped with it easily, and seemed to have expected Jiang Pengji to ask this question.

He replied earnestly, "The tenant farmer has taken care of him for a year, but he has some experience. This thing likes dryness and is not tolerant to moisture, and prefers sandy soil to clay. If the weather is cloudy and rainy, and the field is too wet, the seedlings are susceptible to disease, and even affect the yield when they are ripe. ”

Jiang Pengji was eating watermelon while thinking.

"Let's talk about it until tomorrow. ”

She already had a rough plan in mind, and planned to discuss it in detail with a few subordinates tomorrow and sort out a charter.

It's a celebration feast, and it's not a good time to talk about these things.

Because Jiang Pengji doesn't like to be noisy, and everyone doesn't have fun for too long, the celebration banquet ends relatively early.

Jiang Pengji asked people to prepare hot soup to wash away the sticky sweat and alcohol on their bodies.

When I entered the backyard, I saw Hui Jun sitting in the house embroidering patterns, and there were two round watermelons on a plate not far away.

She frowned, she didn't remember that someone gave Hui Jun a watermelon.

Although this thing has the effect of diuretic detoxification, it has a cold attribute and can be eaten by pregnant women, but not too much.

"Who sent this?" Jiang Pengji asked.

Seeing Jiang Pengji coming, Hui Jun got up and saluted, and then wondered, "This is not sent by Lang Jun?"

Jiang Pengji was noncommittal, and invited someone to ask, only then did she figure out who sent it.

After the celebration was over, she gave each of them two extra watermelons.

There are few watermelons at the banquet, and I can't enjoy it.

The two on Huijun's side were actually donated by Fu Wang.

"I'm quite good at borrowing flowers to offer Buddha......

muttered a few words, turned his head and told Huijun not to be greedy and eat more.

"Lang Zhong came to see it today, what did he say?"

Hui Jun said, "Lang Zhong said that the fetal elephant is not very stable, it should be because of the continuous march, and it is good to recuperate for a while." ”

She has a good physical foundation, and she can stabilize after a while.

"There is a snow treading arrangement in the inner courtyard, you just need to take care of the fetus. Jiang Pengji said, "Embroidery hurts your eyes, don't do it at night in the future." ”

Hui Jun smiled lightly, "Lang Jun is more careful than the slave family. ”

Jiang Pengji said, "After all, it is the godmother of the child in the future, you don't care about being a mother, I always have to be careful as a godmother." ”

Whether in her past life or in this life, she is in awe of her new life.

After all, new life is the future.

The night was dark, but the lights were still bright, and no one slept.

"Why hasn't Changsheng slept yet?"

Feng Jin has a thousand words to talk to his wife, but Changsheng, the little ancestor, can't move his ass in the room of the two.

"Changsheng's stomach hurts, and my mother rubs it. ”

Changsheng lay on his back in Wei Jingxian's arms, holding his round little belly, and Wei Jingxian's hand rubbed her belly lightly and heavily.

"It's so big, can't you refrain from eating less?"

Feng Jin sighed, her daughter is not very old, her tonnage is not small, and she looks like a ball from a distance.

Although the child is fatter and cute, I always feel that Changsheng is too fat.

Because Changsheng likes to stick to Wei Jingxian, Feng Jin and his wife's plan to have another child can only be postponed again and again.