"Dazhu, you say, why is there so little grain collected in this land?" Xiao Yingniang stood on the ground, holding a hoe, and asked Sun Kewang with a puzzled expression.

coincided with the grain harvest, Xiao Yingniang and Sun Kewang took their own leave, and wanted to dig out all the grain in the ten acres of land they served.

For them, who are accustomed to farm work, ten acres of land is not much, two people are enough, and others will come over to help when they are free, and within a few days, the grain in the field will be almost harvested.

Although Xiao Yingniang and Sun Kewang usually have their own things, they are still very concerned about the things in this field, and they always come to see every day, weeding, watering or anything has not fallen, and the return is naturally rich, the first few acres of grain harvested per mu are more than 1,000 catties, and the unexpected harvest makes Xiao Yingniang and Sun Kewang very happy.

But today, the last acre of land is a demon, the two of them have dug the ground all over, there are few ripe sweet potatoes, put together and weighed, not even a hundred catties, compared with the first nine acres, it is a world of difference, this is still the result of their careful serving.

Sun Kewang sat on the ground with a calm face, you must know that other people in the mountains, the most stupid and least careless people who farm the land, the lowest yield per mu is more than 800 catties, this mu of land is so harvested, so where to put his face as a person who has been farming since childhood, I don't know, I think he won't farm at all.

"It can't be a worm, or a rat? No, I'll dig and see. Xiao Yingniang didn't believe in evil, so she picked up the hoe and planned to dig the ground again to see if there were any missing sweet potatoes in the field.

"Aunt Song, don't bother." Sun Kewang stopped Xiao Yingniang, they had already dug this land three times, far deeper than other fields, all the sweet potatoes they could find were harvested, and it was futile to dig again.

"That's... So what do you say? Xiao Yingniang's face was full of frustration, "I just received such a little food, but I'm sorry for Xiaozhi." ”

Xiaozhi? Zhiwen!

When Sun Kewang heard Xiao Yingniang say this, his mind turned, yes, this matter should go to Zhiwen, although from the opening of the field to the harvest, Zhiwen only came to the field to take a turn, but Sun Kewang instinctively felt that if he really wanted to understand why this land was so low-yielding, I am afraid that he had to find Zhiwen.

"Brother Zhi, you can collect 1.2 million catties of grain just by renting," Song Xiance was excitedly settling accounts with Zhiwen in the house, they were still used to calling the seed fee rent, "The rest of the mountain people can't eat so much, it's definitely no problem to exchange cloth or something, so let's have at least three million catties of grain." ”

Zhiwen was also very excited, sweet potatoes and potatoes could yield 1,000 catties per mu was also greatly beyond his expectations, although this yield was not on the table compared with later generations, but in the late Ming Dynasty, it was amazing.

To be honest, if it can be popularized and the output does not decrease, then in northern China during the Xiaoice River period, because of the food shortage caused by successive droughts, the problem of displaced people can be greatly alleviated, of course, the rebellion of displaced people is not just a lack of food, if the problem of land annexation is not solved, no matter how much food is, it is just digital wealth in the hands of a few.

"Also," Li Zhi also said incoherently, "After harvesting this crop, the people who have fields in the mountains don't need to distribute any more grain, they can use sweaters, cloths and green salt instead, and the saved grain can be used to recruit refugees, and if there is a surplus, we can also sell it." ”

When the money manager first arrived, he didn't know people well enough and didn't speak, but he was also stimulated by this amazing output.

Seeing that the three of them were happy, Zhiwen also smiled and nodded, although three million catties of grain was a lot, it was not worth mentioning compared to the harvest of his trip.

When he came back from this trip, in addition to the wool at the beginning, everyone could see it, and he took the time to go around the mountain with Song Caijie's horse team with thousands of horses, this kid is the person who knows his secrets the most at present, and still said to others that he went to those abandoned dock forts to find food.

The two of them quickly returned with a full load, green salt, cloth, tea, weapons, armor, arrows, etc., other grains such as wheat and sorghum, and it was not good to always eat sweet potatoes and potatoes, and there were countless things, and the warehouses in the mountains could not hold them, and even then, only a small part was taken out of the system.

Of course, although the amount of food grown is not much, it is better than a long stream, and it can also stabilize people's hearts and boost morale.

"Zhiwen, Zhiwen!" Sun Kewang shouted loudly outside the house and rushed in with Xiao Yingniang.

"Dazhu, Aunt Song, the grain has been harvested?" Seeing that the two of them were covered with mud on their feet and holding a hoe in their hands, Zhiwen asked, he remembered that the fields they had planted themselves had almost been harvested.

"By the way, there's nothing wrong with the harvest in the field, right?" Zhiwen deliberately asked again, he had planned to go to the field to have a look after a while, but now that the two of them are back, they don't have to run again.

"There's a problem." Xiao Yingniang was very frustrated, "In the end, this acre of land only harvested less than a hundred catties of sweet potatoes, alas, it's really... It's really in vain that you've gone through your hard work. ”

"I've lost all my face." Sun Kewang muttered, "In the entire Zhuolu Mountain, there have never been eight hundred catties, Zhiwen, tell me, what's going on?" Huh..."

Speaking of this, Sun Kewang found that Zhiwen's face was neither surprised nor angry, but instead looked like he wanted to laugh, "... Hey, Zhiwen, you won't be... You already knew, right? ”

"Hahaha..."Zhiwen finally laughed out loud, "It's a big deal!" ”

The four people in the house looked at him puzzled, the harvest of this acre of land is so low, what is there to be happy about, and it is a big deal?!

Zhiwen laughed and explained, "Aunt Song, Dazhu, in the end, the harvest of this acre of land is so low, but it has nothing to do with you!" ”

At the beginning, Zhiwen took the sweet potatoes for everyone to plant, and they were all colored in the system warehouse, but the last acre of land of his own family, he used the sweet potatoes that had not been put into the warehouse by him, and showed everyone fresh sweet potatoes outside.

At this point, Zhiwen finally understood that the food grown in the system was colored in the system warehouse, and the yield could far exceed the current when used for seeding, of course, other crops have not been tested, and it is unknown how high it can be.

The grain grown in reality is black and white when it is collected into the system warehouse, and the yield can only reach the current level when it is used for seeding, but if it is placed in the system warehouse for a month, and after they also become colorful, then the yield will be the same as the original grain of the system.

These are seeded with colored grains, the first batch of grains harvested in reality, after being put into the system warehouse, it is not surprising that they are also black and white, it seems that with them as seeds, the yield is not high, and even lower is not easy to say, and the subsequent autumn ploughing can be tried again.

Of course, the above inferences and everyone do not understand, Zhiwen explained this very simply, that is, he can distinguish which grain seeds have high yields and which have low yields, and in the end, the reason why the yield of this mu of land is low is that he deliberately selected low-yield grain varieties in order to test his ability at that time.

"Proprietor, if you use this skill well, it will be a more lucrative business than a sweater." The money steward had a bright brain, and he was the first to think of its true purpose, and couldn't help but blurt out.