"Lord He's heart is for the people, which is really the gospel of the people of Baozhou." Zhou Chengyun complimented, and then led with his right hand, "Come on, come on, I've been tired all the way, and I've said these words for a long time, and I also ask the adults to appreciate the light and go in for a cup of tea to cool off." ”

He Wenrui dissipated most of his thoughts, raised his feet contentedly, and prepared to go into the courtyard to rest.

"Uh... Lord He, Brother Zhou, don't be so troublesome, and you don't need to spend money to buy food," as soon as Zhiwen opened his mouth, Zhou Chengyun hurriedly made a look, Zhiwen had a lot of gains in Yanjia Village, how much he could guess, Zhiwen was willing to take it out to recruit refugees, he naturally had no objection, but he couldn't say in front of He Zhizhou that he had no pressure on food, He Wenrui knew that Zhuolu Trading Company had not been based in Baoan Prefecture for a long time, so where did so much food come from?

What disappointed Zhou Chengyun was that Zhiwen, who he had felt witty in the past, was unaware of his hints, and still continued to take care of himself, "In five months, no, maybe five months will not be needed, and another batch of grain will be harvested in the mountains, and if nothing happens, there will be at least about four million catties." ”

Although Zhiwen did not farm in later generations, he vaguely remembered that in winter, around October of the lunar calendar, there were fresh sweet potatoes and potatoes on the market even in the north, and now he was somewhat exposed to some agricultural affairs, thinking that these two crops should be able to grow as long as the temperature is right, so Zhiwen insisted on planting the second season, only out of consideration for the need to raise the soil, he waited for more than a month after the harvest of the first season, so that each household could loosen the ground and fertilize.

Of course, with his current prestige, in the homes of people who are willing to grow sweet potatoes in the mountains and surrounding areas, he will listen to whatever he says and do whatever he wants.

What Zhiwen didn't expect was his mistake, but it was wrong, which happened to be in line with the planting time of sweet potatoes and potatoes in two seasons a year.

In later generations, the area of Baoan Prefecture belongs to northern Hebei, and it can also be two kinds a year, which is converted into the lunar calendar, which is planted in January and February in the first half of the year, harvested in May and June, and planted in July and August in the second half of the year, and harvested at the end of September and early October.

"What did you say?" He Zhizhou was like being stung by a bee, and one of the legs that had already entered the courtyard was pulled back with a "swish", and he didn't see how he moved, and he had already come to Zhiwen behind him.

"Nephew Zheng Xian, what did you just say? Say it again, okay? He Zhizhou's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhiwen directly, and his eyes were so hot that Zhiwen had some bad associations.

"Little Brother Zheng, if I heard me correctly, you just said that you can harvest another crop of grain in the second half of the year?" Unexpectedly, Zhou Chengyun was also not calm, as if he was burning his buttocks, he came to Zhiwen and asked repeatedly.

Zhiwen nodded a little confused, in his eyes, he really doesn't think there is anything unusual about growing two crops of grain a year, in later generations, there are also three crops in subtropical areas, and the greenhouse greenhouse is not restricted, it can be seen in many places, and the fruits and vegetables that are out of season are not surprising at all.

But in this era is different, except in a few places in southern Guangdong, up and down the whole Shenzhou, no matter what kind of food crops, basically can only be planted once a year, and the north is even more so, the difference is that the planting time of different crops is not the same, and the harvest time is naturally early and late, resulting in the difference between summer grain and autumn grain, but the time span between the two is definitely not so large.

It was He Wenrui and Zhou Chengyun who were so out of shape after hearing that they could harvest another batch of grain in five months, although these two people were officials and businessmen, but they were no strangers to things in the fields, and when they heard Zhiwen say this, and then thought of the summer grain that was only harvested in the mountains, they almost immediately concluded that the grain in Zhuolu Mountain could be harvested twice a year.

It's just that this judgment is too shocking, especially He Wenrui, he almost can't believe that this is true, what does it mean to have two harvests a year, as an official who is about to take office, he can't be clearer, so he doubts what Zhiwen said and his own judgment, and strongly asks Zhiwen to say it again.

Although he was a little puzzled, Zhiwen still repeated what he had just said in accordance with He Zhizhou's request, especially the output was deliberately emphasized, he felt that this should be more interesting.

"Virtuous nephew, you're not lying, are you?" He Wenrui was not at ease, and asked again, "This sweet potato can really be two kinds a year?" ”

"Look at what you said, Lord He, what's the benefit of me lying to you, will the government still give me a promotion and make a fortune because of the amount of food I grow? Besides, I haven't told a lie about this grain production, so why bother to lie about it. Although the second season of grain has not been planted, let alone harvested, Zhiwen is convinced of this, without him, it is the grain output that shocks others, and the mysterious system space, which gives him honey confidence.

"Wait a while," He Wenrui only reacted in hindsight at this time, "You just said that you can harvest at least four million catties of grain in five months, and further on, I remember that you said that you also collected four million catties of summer grain, good guy..."

Speaking of this, He Wenrui's hands trembled a little, this harvest was far greater than he imagined, "It's eight million catties of grain a year outside here, virtuous nephew, how much land have you planted in the mountains?" ”

Zhiwen stretched out four fingers and shook them.

"Forty thousand acres?" He Wenrui nodded, "It's not bad, in the mountains, the production capacity per mu is 100 catties, which is good." Although the two kinds of a year were shocking, he still heard of it, and the yield of this mu was a thousand catties, which he had already subconsciously ignored.

"Lord He, how can we have so many people open 40,000 acres of wasteland, and besides, we are here, it is estimated that there is not so much land." Zhiwen shook his head and said, "A thousand catties per mu, four thousand mu is enough." ”

"How much?" He Wenrui frowned slightly, "Is there really a thousand catties?" The demeanor and tone are very different from what I just had.

Zhiwen understood now, he didn't believe in the fact that Zhuolu Mountain yielded thousands of catties per mu at all, no wonder he was worried that they didn't have enough food, no wonder so many harvests were ignored by him.

"My lord, when you get to the mountains, won't everything be clear?" Zhiwen doesn't argue, hearing is false, seeing is believing, "How much land is in the mountains, how much grain is stored in the granary, all under the bright future, can't do a fake, even if you eat some of these days, it won't have much impact, when the time comes, won't there be results?" ”

Speaking of which, Zhiwen secretly rejoiced that after the grain was harvested, it followed the normal process, and finally piled it up in the newly built warehouse, and things came one after another, and he didn't have time to put them into the system to open the light.

He Wenrui nodded, he made a special trip to find out the truth of the amount of grain produced, but the harvest was far beyond his imagination, and at this moment, seeing Zhiwen's determined demeanor, he who had never believed it was a little shaken.