Feng Jiuyou and Jiang Huai only got together for a while, and the next day they went their separate ways, after all, one was the prince and the other was the island owner, and the Nine Secluded City had just settled down.

There's still a lot to do, and it's impossible to get tired of being together all day, so it's rare to find time to meet this time.

Feng Jiuyou returned to the dock of Jiuyou Island, and saw Feng Chenyi coming towards this side, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Third brother, why are you here? It's all over. ”

"Not yet, how can it be so fast? I just came back to get some stuff and was about to leave. ”

Feng Chenyi said with a smile, his eyes were still a little fluttering.

The third brother is hiding something from her, he glanced at the things he was holding in the third brother's arms, and thinking of the rumors he heard before, Feng Jiu's eyes flashed.

"I'll come back early after I'm done with things, I still have something to ask you to help with."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Feng Chenyi said, jumped on the boat and left.

Early the next morning, Feng Jiuyou went to the granary.

"Big brother, how many sweet potatoes have been harvested?"

"Little sister, you're here."

What is Fengchen holding a pen and paper indicating? Hearing Feng Jiuyou's voice, he glanced up at him, and lowered his head to write and calculate.

"Wait a minute. It's going to be good right away. ”

"Okay."

Feng Jiuyou responded, and then walked towards the granaries, these granaries were specially built by Feng Jiuyou, and she also added, some special things.

So this granary has good sealing, heat insulation, moisture and heat-proof performance.

Looking at the granary full of grain, Feng Jiu's heart was slightly relieved, as long as he survived this year, in the spring of the next year, there would be a lot of manpower to open up the wasteland to plant rice and sweet potatoes.

In ancient times, there was no shortage of wasteland, mountains and forests.

In the Nine Hidden City and the surrounding areas of the Nine Hidden City, she has asked people to take a look at it, and she has already asked people to take care of the islands or mountains and forests that can be cultivated and planted.

They are all stayed, and they can be used to resettle refugees when the time comes, and the weather in the south is still very warm in October, as long as the houses are built before winter comes.

Those refugees have a place to live, and with the food she sent, as long as they save a little, this winter will not be difficult.

At least not to freeze to death and starve to death......

But if there are some people who want to die themselves, then there is no way.

"Little sister, these two granaries contain the taxes that have just been collected."

Feng Chen said as he pointed to a large granary.

"The rest of the granaries. We bought them all from the villagers at our expense. Feng Chenyi said happily.

He never imagined that one day the grain passing through his hands would reach as much as 10 million catties.

The grain in these granaries is tens of millions of catties, not including the hybrid rice they stored before.

Feng Chen looked at Feng Jiuyou with burning eyes.

And these are all because of his little sister, when they were still in Shangshui Village, the yield of sweet potatoes per mu was less than 500 catties, and the rice yield per mu was less than 300 catties.

Thinking of the yield per mu reported by the villagers a few days ago, Fengchen almost fainted.

Although I had heard Xiaomei say before that the yield per mu of sweet potatoes would be more than 1,000 catties, Na Cheng thought that it was more than 2,300 catties.

It's unthinkable.

It is said that when this production came out, many villagers fainted because of excitement, but fortunately, no one died.

With such a high grain production, will the people of the world still starve to death? Those invaders who have no food will not stop the war when they have food.

(End of chapter)