After Liu Mao reported how many acres of those granges there were, even Yan Weiming was a little surprised.

You must know that after her father named her sister as the eldest princess, he not only gave her ten thousand households, but also gave her sister some fields in the suburbs of Beijing.

His father's action was bold enough, but he didn't expect his sister to be a hidden little rich man.

"Squeak," he looked down at Yan Squeak, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "You're so rich." ”

In such a comparison, he seems to be the poorest one in the family. Even King An and the county lord of Changhe have food estates, but he is the only one who can only take the silver belonging to the prince every month, and occasionally get some rewards.

Yan Squeak, who suddenly became a rich woman, finally became vigilant.

She had a fleshy little face, hugged her little arms, and said in a milky voice, "What about the evidence?" You don't want to squeak it! ”

She discussed with her dog-headed military advisor merit system and came to a conclusion, "You must have seen that Squeak was too cute, and deliberately took this trick Squeak to go with you, and then sold it secretly!" ”

Yan Weiming was a little relieved, it was really good that my sister had this vigilance. Everyone works together, and no one can kidnap my sister.

Liu Mao, who was regarded as a human trafficker, couldn't cry or laugh.

Fortunately, he came prepared, not only took the jade pendant, but also took out the letter of Doctor Yan, as well as the title deed of the grange currently on the outskirts of the capital.

He explained in detail: "Doctor Yan said that he used the New Year's money and consultation money you deposited with him in the early years to buy some Grange properties. I will run the granges in these places, and the rest should be handed over to others, and I have no right to intervene. ”

Yan Weiming was reading the letter, and Yan squeaked up his little face, revealing a somewhat silly expression, recalling carefully.

"Squeaky New Year's money? Squeaky consultation fee? ”

Before she could remember, the little donkey had already reacted.

[Yes, yes, it's your money!] 】

The little donkey said excitedly: [You forgot, for the Chinese New Year two times in a row, your master, senior brothers and sisters, and some elders who followed the master down the mountain have given you New Year's money, but it's a lot, after all, some of your brothers and sisters are rich, and the master said to keep it for you, so you were stupid to give it to him]

was called stupid by the stupid Maomao, Yan squeaked and reacted, slammed the little meat face in front of the little donkey's face, and puffed up his cheeks in anger.

[Squeak is not stupid! 】

The little donkey has a good reason, [You don't know, in the world you lived in before, there were always parents who kept the New Year's money for their children, and as a result, they swallowed the New Year's money privately, I thought your master was also such a parent]

Who would have thought that Doctor Yan didn't swallow it privately?

Little Donkey: [And you often cut the pulse for others, I mean the Taisu pulse.] Every time you count someone, you can receive a lot of remuneration, and your master takes it away. Thanks to your master's kindness, otherwise you will be deceived miserably]

Yan squeaked and thought along its train of thought, and found that it seemed to be so.

She unconsciously rubbed her little face, "Master is a good person." ”

Yan Weiming, who read the letter, also had such thoughts.

This miracle doctor, whom he has never met, really loves his sister very much, and even considers her thoughtfully.

He thanked Liu Mao and wanted to see his sister's grange with great interest.

"Let's go!"

Yan, who suddenly became a rich woman, squeaked and waved her little meat claws heroically.

Liu Mao rode a horse, Yan Squeak and Yan Weiming took a car, went out of the city together, and walked for a long time before they arrived near a fertile field.

The capital is located at the junction of the north and south of Dacheng, and is suitable for the growth of both rice and wheat. Farmers generally plant according to the specific conditions of the fields assigned to them, as well as the local climate.

When they arrived, they happened to see a patch of green wheat.

"It's the end of the wheat regreening." Liu Mao thought that the two of them didn't understand this, so he explained.

Yan Squeak really doesn't understand.

"Uncle, what can you do with wheat?"

Liu Mao explained carefully, and at the same time glanced meaningfully at the prince who had fallen into a sluggish state.

Yan Squeak didn't notice the prince's abnormality, I heard that all kinds of noodles she usually eats are related to wheat, and when she looked at these wheat, she saw all kinds of silk chicken noodles, three fresh noodles, butterfly noodles, bamboo shoots and meat noodles, shrimp noodles, vegetable cakes, meat cakes, sugar cakes, peony cakes, hibiscus cakes and so on.

"Zi Yu."

She couldn't help but sniff.

The little donkey, who had a similar idea to hers, also began to suck saliva.

Little Donkey: [Squeak, you're so rich]

Yan Squeak: [Yes, Squeak is really rich, when the wheat is ripe, we will eat noodles every day!] 】

The little donkey danced excitedly, almost knocking the sluggish Yan Weiming into the ditch.

"Maomao, be careful!"

Yan squeaked and quickly grabbed the little donkey's tail.

Mao Mao walked back with a weak heart, and couldn't help but turn his head to see the prince's reaction.

[Squeak, what's wrong with your brother? 】

Yan Squeak was also puzzled.

She walked up to Yan Weiming, took his hand, and cut the pulse by the way, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

The result of the pulse cut was the same as before, and she was even more puzzled.

"Squeak...... No, Uncle Liu," Liu Mao introduced himself on the way here, and Yan Weiming looked at him excitedly, "What is the yield of wheat in the fertile fields here?" ”

Liu Mao shook his head, "I don't know, these good seeds were sent by Doctor Yan in late autumn and early winter last year, and we planted them for the first time. ”

Yan Weiming's eyes lit up, he dared to plant such a large area for the first time he planted, could it be that Yan Shenyi expected the yield of these wheat, so he dared to do so?

"Wheat? Seed? ”

The sound of milk whirring interrupted his musings.

"It's like a squeaky seed."

Yan squeaked and finally struggled to pull out the memories of last year.

She heals patients and accumulates merit, and every time the merit she accumulates reaches a certain number, she will randomly drop rewards. But it's so angry, every time something drops is either a blueprint or a seed or something she can't read.

Last year, she dropped half of the wheat seeds in the small warehouse, and she subconsciously grabbed a small handful and put it in her mouth, but it was unpalatable, so she ran away in a huff. It was the master who came to her and asked her why there was so much wheat in the warehouse.

"Whew, squeak remember," she said, "Master exchanged a packet of sugar and squeak for all the wheat seeds. ”

As she spoke, she smashed her little mouth and fell into memories with the little donkey, "That candy is so delicious!" ”

Little Donkey: [No, next time you should exchange two packs with Master]

Yan squeaked and nodded seriously, [I learned it, I learned it! 】

Yan Weiming: "......" his stupid sister!

Although he wondered how his sister could have these good wheat seeds, he couldn't wait to go to the field to check the wheat, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the wheat was too lush.

Liu Mao consciously invited an old farmer, and even acted as a translator to explain to the old farmer with a strong accent.

"Lao Qian said that the wheat we inherit generally bears two or three ears, and the number of grains in each ear is less than ten. The yield is about two stones per mu. ”

In fact, the fields are divided into upper, middle and lower, different regions, different preparations before planting, and different wheat yields. In some places that are too barren, the yield of wheat per mu may be less than one stone, and in the past few years, some places have created miracles and the yield per mu has reached three stones.

Yan Weiming saw it clearly, "But there are three or four ears hanging on it, and the number of grains in each ear is ...... Ten grains must have passed. Look at this, a whole eighteen! The yield per acre ......"

Liu Mao translated the old farmer's words again, "If nothing else, the yield of these wheat acres will reach five stones, or even more." ”