"Amitabha, this lady, can you give this thing a bite to the old man?"

The abbot shouted the Buddha number, and then said to Ning Pengpeng with a smile.

"Naturally, you can."

Ning Pengpeng sneaked out like this, but it wasn't to stare at the Futai adults.

But it is obvious that this Lord Futai is afraid of death and does not dare to try the sweet potatoes in her hands.

Ning Pengpeng was thinking about how to convince Lord Futai that the sweet potatoes in her hands were not harmful to him at all.

Unexpectedly, the white-bearded old monk standing behind Lord Futai actually asked himself for it.

Ning Pengpeng naturally couldn't refuse, so he quickly nodded and agreed.

"Abbot?"

When Xie Qiping heard the abbot say this, he immediately twisted his eyebrows and looked at the abbot and shouted to him.

The abbot shook his hand at him, reached out and took the half-broken sweet potato, and bit down into the crystal clear yellow flesh inside.

The first feeling in the mouth was soft and glutinous and sweet, and my eyes suddenly lit up, and then I accelerated the speed of eating.

The abbot is now more than 80 years old, and most of the food in the temple is brown rice, and his teeth are not very good, and he always can't chew it when he bites it.

So, most of the time, it's hard to swallow.

This makes the stomach much more uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, the new crops in the hands of this female benefactor are so delicious and very suitable for his teeth.

Xie Qiping, who was still worried, saw the abbot like this, and knew that this sweet potato should be edible.

Thinking of what he promised Pei Yan and couldn't fulfill, he couldn't help but exhale secretly, and reached out to take the other half of the sweet potato in Ning Pengpeng's hand.

After putting the sweet potato in his mouth and taking a bite, Xie Qiping paused with his hand, and then continued to eat.

After eating, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the things in his hands, and after wiping it, he looked up at Ning Pengpeng.

"Now what you let you see, the official has seen it, and what you let you eat, the official has also eaten!

If there is anything else, the official will not accompany him. ”

Hearing Lord Futai's words, Ning Pengpeng couldn't help but grind his back molars.

"Lord Futai really doesn't want to hear it?

Even if the yield of this sweet potato per mu reaches thousands of catties! ”

"What?"

"Is that true?"

Xie Qiping was stunned when he heard Ning Pengpeng's words.

But the abbot was overjoyed, and asked Ning Pengpeng repeatedly, is the amount of this mu yield real?

"Although the monks don't speak, the women never lie.

This sweet potato is now grown in the Ning family's Zhuangzi.

Under normal circumstances, this sweet potato can be planted twice a year.

The yield per mu is about 2,000 catties. ”

Hearing this number, Rao is abbot is person from outside the world, and he couldn't help but follow Xie Qiping and gasped.

"What do you mean, this thing can produce up to 4,000 catties a year?"

Xie Qiping pointed to the raw sweet potato that Ning Pengpeng handed him just now, with an incredible expression.

Ning Pengpeng nodded and replied very seriously.

"This sweet potato is not the first time that the Ning family has planted it, but in this Mingzhou Mansion, it is the first time.

In addition to this sweet potato, the people let the village grow two crops of rice now.

And the yield of rice can reach more than 300 catties per mu. ”

Hearing Ning Pengpeng drop another heavy blow, Xie Qiping only felt that both ears were buzzing.

But the abbot folded his hands and bowed deeply to Ning Pengpeng.

"If what the female benefactor said is true, then it is a great merit!

For all the people in the world, thank you to the female benefactor. ”

"The abbot doesn't have to be so polite, the old woman is from the countryside, and what she is best at is this kind of farming.

In fact, Lord Futai doesn't have to be so suspicious, thinking that the folk woman is lying.

The planting method of these two crops of rice was newly studied, and many people were worried that the grain would not be harvested.

Therefore, the women did not plant all their fields.

Until now, most of the people in Anzhen have actually begun to plant two crops of rice and new crops. ”

Ning Pengpeng looked at Xie Qiping's changing face, and couldn't help but explain to him.

"How is this possible?

If Anzhen is already promoting planting, why doesn't this official know at all? ”

A new crop with such a high yield per mu, and what kind of two-crop rice.

If it is true, the imperial court will definitely reward the Ning family, not to mention, and will vigorously promote it throughout the country.

But now, this Ning clan actually said that most of the Anzhen side was already planting, but it was the first time he had seen this kind of crop, and he had heard about the two-crop rice.

It stands to reason that the county order over there in Anzhen is Li Weishan, and he is definitely not the kind of thing that embezzles the credit of the people.

Not to mention, if this matter is reported, Li Weishan will definitely be reused.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Li Weishan to deliberately conceal it and not report it.

Ning and Li Weishan, there must be someone who is lying.

Xie Qiping glanced at the raw sweet potato, hesitated in his heart, and then said.

"Prepare the horse and go to Ningjia Zhuangzi.

Ning's, didn't you say that the Ning family's Zhuangzi has planted this sweet potato now?

I want to see if it's really what you say. ”

The corners of Ning Pengpeng's mouth curled slightly, it's good if she is willing to go, she is still afraid that this Lord Futai will not want to go!

Now, save her persuasive tongue.

Hearing Xie Qiping say that he was going to Ning's Zhuangzi, the abbot said that although he was old, he was in good health, and he also wanted to see with his own eyes how this sweet potato with a yield of 2,000 catties per mu grows.

Fortunately, the carriage that Ning Peng Peng was sitting in was big enough, and Xie Qiping and the abbot didn't care about the difference between men and women, after all, Ning's age was not too young.

Therefore, the three of them sat in the same carriage and drove towards the Zhuangzi of the Ning family by Zheng Tietou.

And Xie Qiping's henchmen drove the carriage to follow Ning Pengpeng's carriage.

When the three of them arrived in Zhuangzi, Jiang Luochun, who had settled several young ladies and young ladies of the Zhuangzi, was directing the subordinates in Zhuangzi to cut off the sweet potato vines.

"What is this?"

After getting out of the carriage, seeing that the vines were cut down, Xie Qiping raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Because this sweet potato grows under this vine.

So, you have to cut the vines first to dig up these sweet potatoes.

These sweet potato vines will not be wasted, and after being cut, they are stacked in a large vat for fermentation, and then mixed with wheat bran and fed to pigs, which is the best way to grow fat. ”

Hearing the fat growth, Xie Qiping took a closer look at the sweet potato vine, and then his eyes fell on the slightly arched field.

Jiang Luochun saw that the old lady nodded to herself, so she instructed people to dig up the ridge of land where the sweet potato vines had been cut first.

When I saw the sweet potato vine that looked no thicker than the thickness of my little thumb, I raked it down, and immediately six or seven sweet potatoes growing on the vine were turned over.

Each sweet potato is about half a catty to about a catty.