The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 682

[Chapter 682: The yield per mu is several thousand kilograms!]

Shopkeeper Chen had a dazed look on his face when he heard his daughter’s words.

He really didn’t expect it.

Such words were actually said by a teenage boy.

In fact, at the beginning, he was fully opposed to the so-called women’s imperial examination!

How can women take part in the imperial examination?

However, as time went by, especially after his daughter entered the liberal arts college, he became more and more aware of one thing.

Women and men are actually the same.

He has even begun to give his daughter a not-so-sounding name like “Zhao Di”.

Who says women are inferior to men?

Xinan Hou is giving everyone an equal opportunity.

Everyone has a mother and a daughter in their family.

Letting women take part in the imperial examination actually helps me!

Shopkeeper Chen was in a trance when he heard a voice coming from beside him.

“Dad, I’m going to the academy.”

“Huh?”

Shopkeeper Chen was slightly startled, and nodded hurriedly: “Go!”

“Goodbye, dad!”

Chen Zhaodi left the inn.

Shopkeeper Chen stood there in a daze.

After a long time, a warm smile appeared on his face, he looked at the boy and said, “What are you doing standing around? Let’s get to work!”

It was already spring.

The weather is much warmer and the sun is milder than before.

Fang Xiu hasn’t been in the sun for a long time.

I rarely have free time, so I moved a deck chair in the middle of the yard, and I immediately felt very relaxed.

It would be better if, at this time, you could have a mobile phone to play games.

Fang Xiu couldn’t help but sigh when he thought about his previous life.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the yard.

Soon, a familiar voice came from beside me.

“Master, the money has arrived.”

It was Bai Xiaochun who spoke.

Fang Xiu raised his eyes and glanced at him.

She looked past him and behind him.

A somewhat unfamiliar figure was standing there, looking high-spirited.

“Qian Zheng?” Fang Xiu had a look of confusion on his face and

subconsciously

asked, “Who is Qian Zheng?”

Bai Xiaochun: “”

Qian Zheng: “”

They never expected that in just a few months, the young master would forget about him.

Fortunately, Fang Xiu reacted the next second.

A warm smile appeared on his face, he waved his hands and said with a smile: “It turns out to be Qian Zheng. How could I forget you, young master? I just made a joke for you.

Come on, Bai Xiaochun, move him a stool!”

“Yes, Master!”

Bai Xiaochun moved the stool.

After a while, Qian Zheng sat next to Fang Xiu.

He looked at his young master’s figure, and for some reason, he just felt his nose was a little sore.

The next second, his eyes became a little red.

Choking with sobs, he said, “Master, you have lost weight.”

“”

Fang Xiu always felt a little awkward when he heard this.

Although he knew Qian Zheng was caring about him, he still felt very awkward and waved his hands.

“Stop talking about these words. Young Master, I know you are thinking about Fang Mansion. I am also thinking about you.”

After a pause, he directly skipped the greeting step and asked very straightforwardly: “What about the sweet potato matter? How’s it going?”

Qian was feeling emotional, but when he heard the word ‘sweet potato’, his expression changed instantly.

The whole person seemed to be much more energetic, his eyes changed, and he started to shine, and he said: “Return to the young master, I will take your orders.

I bought hundreds of acres of fertile land in Gusu City and planted it all. The sweet potatoes

are all grown now!”

“Grown?”

Fang Xiu was startled, and then his eyes lit up.

He also thought that it would take a long time for the sweet potatoes to mature and require constant improvement.

No matter what, I didn’t expect that it would succeed in one go?

This is a bit too incredible!

“What does it mean to grow up?”

However, for the sake of insurance, Fang Xiu didn’t have too high hopes, but asked very cautiously.

After all, there are two concepts of growing up.

The sweet potato seedlings are considered mature if they survive.

The yield of sweet potatoes in one acre of land is considered to be grown.

However, the two are not a concept at all.

That’s why Fang Xiu bothered to ask such a question.

When Qian Zheng heard this question, he probably thought of the city of Suzhou, a hundred miles away, and wanted the sweet potatoes in the field.

With a look of excitement on his face, he said, “If I tell you, the young master, all the sweet potatoes will be ripe when they grow up!

One acre of land weighs several thousand kilograms

!

“

There was a pause, and the whole person became uncontrollably ecstatic.

He hasn’t felt like this for a long time since he came to this world!

In fact, he did not study agriculture.

Although he was born in an orphanage, he still lives in the city and has never farmed.

In fact, I am not too sure about the yield of sweet potatoes.

He just knows.

In this era, the yield of wheat in Chu’s fertile fields was about three to four hundred kilograms.

The yield of sweet potatoes must be much higher than that of wheat.

It is estimated to be five or six times as much.

That’s more than a thousand kilograms.

However, he never thought of it.

The yield of this sweet potato is so amazing.

Several thousand kilograms! ?

What is the concept of several kilograms!

Enough for many people to eat! ?

How many people can survive because of sweet potatoes?

Because of these sweet potatoes, Chu State can accomplish so many things!

How many ideas does he have, how many kilograms of sweet potatoes per acre can be realized?

This

Fang Xiu is going crazy.

He suddenly stood up from the recliner, looked at Qian Zheng in front of him, and asked loudly: “How many kilograms is a few thousand kilograms?”

Qian Zheng also looked at Fang Xiu, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and replied: ” Back to the young master, the younger one only had one acre of land, and after calculation, it was about 6,000 jins.

However, that piece of land was actually not that good. In other words, one acre of land was about 6,500 jins on average.

“How much!”

Fang

Xiu asked in disbelief.

This was the first time he showed such an expression when he came to this world.

Qian Zheng thought for a while and said with certainty: “The yield of one acre of fertile land is six thousand five hundred catties!”

“Six thousand five hundred catties”

Fang Xiu sat back on the recliner, the expression on his face changed from the joyful one at the beginning. The madness turned into the expressionless expression now.

Because he really didn’t know what to say.

Six thousand five hundred pounds!

That’s six thousand five hundred kilograms!

One acre of land is six thousand five hundred acres. What about one hundred acres or one thousand acres?

You know, one acre of wheat only yields three to four hundred kilograms!

Nearly twenty times the output.

From now on, only half of the wheat needs to be replanted with sweet potatoes.

Throughout the Chu State, millions of people no longer have to worry about ‘eating’!

What an achievement!

For a moment, Fang Xiu didn’t know what to say

(end of chapter)