"Potatoes, mu, mu yields two or twenty stones!

Sweet potato, yield per mu...... Ten, twelve stones! ”

When Hu Yanqing finally participated in counting the harvest of potatoes and sweet potatoes in these acres, Hu Yanqing only felt dizzy in front of him.

Before he said this amazing mu yield, he had repeatedly and silently calculated in his heart whether he had miscalculated just now, and he dared to say it after several calculations.

"Oh my God!"

Farmers in the surrounding villages

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