"This crop is called corn, do you know how much the yield per mu of this seed is?"

An old farmer in his fifties said in a hoarse voice, "Maybe two stones?" ”

Zhao Yingluo smiled and shook her head.

The old farmer thought for a moment and stretched out four fingers, "It won't be able to reach three stones, will it?" If we can really achieve this output, we will have food and clothing guaranteed. ”

But she shook her head.

The old farmer stretched out five fingers in disbelief, "Isn't the girl playing tricks on the little old man?" Can it reach five stones? ”

Zhao Yingluo glanced at them and said confidently, "Six stones per mu!" ”

In later generations, the yield per mu of corn has basically reached more than 1,500 catties, and those with good management can reach 2,000 catties, that is, more than ten stones. But in this era, because of factors such as farming technology, she had to conservatively say six stones.

But even if it is six stones, it is enough to shock the people of this era.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, almost everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, and they even suspected that something was wrong with their ears.

The old farmer shook his head in disbelief, "The girl must be joking, the little old man has been farming all his life, and he has never seen a crop with a yield of six stones per mu." ”

Zhao Yingluo didn't explain more, after all, to make people in this era believe her words, the only way to rely on the results is to rely on the results, "Old man, if this kind of seed can really produce six stones per mu, can you plant it?" ”

The old farmer sneered, "If you can really produce six stones, then you must plant, but ...... If there is no production, how can Xiao Lao'er live in the second half of the year? ”

"What about you?"

The rest of the people also shook their heads, the perennial planting habits made each of them dare not take risks, this new crop has too much uncertainty, who knows if the owner will tease them with this.

At this time, Jiang Laosi, who had not spoken, said with a smile, "Girl, don't blame them, even if it's them, I can't believe that this small seed can actually reach a yield of six stones per mu." ”

Zhao Yingluo was not impatient, "If it is as usual, you will plant soybeans and millet in the second half of the year, and the general yield per mu will be more than one stone, so let's do it, if any of you are willing to plant this crop instead, if it is more than one and a half stones, I will make up for it, how about it?" ”

After she released this condition, some people were quickly shaken, but it also accounted for one-fifth of all farmers.

She is very satisfied with this result, one-fifth of the people are sparks, and they will soon set fire to the entire Central Plains.

After instructing Jiang Laosi to distribute ten bags of corn to the farmers, Zhao Yingluo took the farmers to the field.

At this time, part of the wheat in the field had been harvested, and when she saw that the harvested field had traces of fire, she felt a pain in her heart.

In this era, the yield of wheat is low, and a considerable part of the reason is that farmers do not know how to take care of the soil, only know how to burn, resulting in a decline in soil fertility, if the large-scale implementation of straw returning to the field, the yield of wheat in the coming year will increase a lot.

"Don't plant corn on the burned plots, it's not fertile enough."

"These fields with desertified soil should also not be planted with corn, and the soil moisture is not ideal, so potatoes and sweet potatoes can be planted."

"That low-lying field needs to be leveled and planted when the soil moisture is suitable."

……

Zhao Yingluo took dozens of people to shuttle through the fields, only to see her grabbing a handful of soil crushing to observe soil moisture for a while, and turning the ground with a shovel for a while to check the degree of soil desertification.

Jiang Laosi, Feng Jing and several others recorded every point she said.

……

Seeing Zhao Yingluo's extremely serious appearance, those who didn't believe her began to talk coldly.

"It's a big joke that a group of people who have been farming for decades learn to farm from a young lady who has never been in a field since she was a child."

"It's just that I've never heard of a crop that yields as much as soybeans and millet."

"Although she promised to make up for it, she is not the daughter of the lord after all, and when she leaves Tokyo City one day, who will they ask for compensation?"

"We still honestly plant what we should plant, and when we wait until October, we will pay the land rent and have something to eat."

……

Their sneering words reached the ears of Zhao Yingluo and others along the wind, Zhao Yingluo didn't care, but the faces of other farmers were a little unbearable.

There is a sense of helplessness that you can't get off the thief ship and can't get off the ship.

After running for a whole afternoon, she managed to finish the nearly 100 acres of land, according to the records of Jiang Laosi and Feng Jing, the fields suitable for growing corn were about 60 acres, and the rest of the fields were only suitable for growing potatoes and sweet potatoes.

"Dig a pit with a shovel, put three or four corn kernels into the pit, and bury it with soil, one foot apart from each pit and two feet apart from two rows......"

It wasn't until the sun was setting and the fields were foggy that she taught them how to grow corn.

After a busy day, she was so tired that she just wanted to find a comfortable bed to lie down and never get up again.

According to the original plan, Zhao Yingluo was going to live in the grange for a period of time until the corn sprouted and came out of the soil, but the news from the house made her have to return to the Lu Mansion overnight.

As soon as she got out of the car at the gate of the mansion, she saw Lu Haowen walking anxiously around the gate of the mansion, like a fly without a head.

When Lu Hao asked when he saw His Highness coming back, he subconsciously bowed and saluted, "Your Highness......"

"Ahem, ahem!"

Zhao Yingluo coughed, Lu Haowen instantly remembered that now her external identity was her niece, so she hurriedly changed her words, "You are back, and you have worried about me." ”

"What is the matter with my uncle?"

After a busy afternoon, the soles of her feet were blistered, and with the support of yellow peach and pothos, she grinned.

"It's not a big deal, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Dinner is ready, you can come to my study when you have dinner. ”

Entering the house, Zhao Yingluo first went back to her room, freshened up, and put on the underskirt that she didn't have a chance to wear in the morning, and then went to the dining hall.

……

After entering the hall, she found that there were a lot of people in this hall, and an old lady about seventy years old was sitting facing south.

Next to the old lady is a woman about fifty years old, judging from the clothes, she should be the housewife, the real lady of Lu Haowen.

As for the further down, it should be his two concubines, who are also beautiful, at least compared with the eldest lady, they have an age advantage.

Finally, in the seat next to the door, there was a little lady of the same age as her, according to what Chun Tao told her before, this should be born to the concubine Liu, called Lu Yao.

After she glanced at it, she immediately saluted, "Wanshu has seen the old lady, the eldest lady, Liu Xiaoniang, Zhang Xiaoniang!" ”

"Sit down." The old lady said with a smile in her eyes.

The old lady had asked Lu Hao earlier, and she had one more distant relative, but her son only said that it was a matter of the life of the whole family, so he didn't need to ask more.

Now after seeing this relative, I finally see the light of day in my heart, it turns out to be her!