How to become the richest man by farming

Chapter 96 It's Not So Easy

"When digging, the hoe should be lightly placed next to the ridge of the field..." Jiang Yun said while demonstrating.

After digging and shaking, the sweet potatoes buried in the soil showed their traces.

Carefully digging off the soil around the sweet potatoes, Jiang Yun bent down and pulled, and she pulled out a whole bunch of sweet potatoes.

"Wow!" The students swarmed up in exclamation, reaching out to touch it.

Mr. Su stood behind them, taking advantage of his height, and took the whole bunch of sweet potatoes from Jiang Yun's hand.

Seeing Jiang Yun's effortless appearance, Mr. Su thought the sweet potato was very light, but when he took it, his hand sank, and he couldn't help but wondered: "So heavy?"

Jiang Changfu, who followed behind to watch the fun, couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Let me see."

Seeing that Jiang Yun did not refuse, Mr. Su handed him the sweet potato.

As soon as he got it, Jiang Changfu's face changed, "This...at least five or six catties?!"

"So many?" Mr. Su was taken aback, then turned his head to look at the land under his feet, and asked, "How many sweet potatoes are planted in this land?"

Jiang Yun: "Sixty plants, six plants per ridge, but not every plant can have so many."

Mr. Su nodded blankly.

Sixty plants, even if each plant weighs only four catties, it still weighs 240 catties!Isn't that 24 shi per mu?
You know, the current yield of rice is only three stones per mu.

If he remembered correctly, Jiang Yueshan seemed to have said that this thing can be eaten as food?
Thinking of this, Mr. Su's heart was surging for a moment, and he wished he could ask Jiang Yun carefully.

Although the other villagers couldn't figure it out all at once, it was enough to let them know how high the yield of sweet potatoes was.

They can't wait to see how much Jiang Yun's land can produce.

So they rolled up their sleeves and snatched the hoes from the students.

Eager students:  …

But in this way, Jiang Yun was relieved.

So I happily took out the sickle from the back basket and gave it to my classmates, "cut off the vines first, it will be easier to dig later." Fortunately, she brought all the sickles at home.

Relying on his prestige, Mr. Su protected his hoe and successfully joined the ranks of digging sweet potatoes.

It's just that he doesn't do farm work very often, so he is naturally not as skilled as the villagers.

Jiang Yun asked not to hurt the sweet potato, so Mr. Su became more careful.

When he finished digging a sweet potato, Jiang Yun and more than a dozen villagers had already dug out all the sweet potatoes.

Mr. Su: ...

……

In the courtyard of Jiang Yun's house.

Jiang Changfu is leading the enthusiastic villagers to weigh the sweet potatoes and report the number loudly for Jiang Yun to record.

"The first row, 53 catties and four taels... the second row, 47 catties and eight taels... the sixth row, 67 catties and one tael... the seventh row, 61 catties and three taels..."

As the data of one ridge came out, Jiang Yun thought: "The output of the first few ridges is generally slightly lower, is it because of too much topping? It seems that we need to increase the experimental samples next time...

The first two ridges on both sides seem to have higher yields. Is it because of the amount of topdressing?Remember this too, and then analyze it..."

Hearing Jiang Yun's whisper, and seeing that she had finished writing, Mr. Su still couldn't hold back and asked, "Did your mother teach you to do this comparison?"

"Ah? Oh! No. I just want to be fair so that I can compare which one is better." Jiang Yun said sincerely, anyway, isn't that what the control variable method means?

Mr. Su nodded and didn't say anything else, and he didn't know if he believed it or not.

……

After the sweet potatoes were weighed, Zhou Qiao washed the sweet potatoes and brought them into the kitchen under the expectant eyes of the students.

A group of students were playing around in the yard. Mr. Su and Jiang Yun were sitting together talking with the villagers who were helping.

In the backyard, old man Jiang was chopping firewood with an axe.

Hearing Jiang Changfu's voice from time to time in the front yard, the old man Jiang was very unhappy and said: "What can I say to help, then it's fine to bring my classmates and Mr. Su to play with sweet potato Yunniang, why is he joining in the fun? If you don’t want to leave, don’t you just want to stay and eat sweet potatoes! I’m so old, I’m not ashamed.”

Mrs. Zhou and the others were sitting on the porch holding shoe soles. Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou didn't raise her head and said, "Niang Yun doesn't even care about sweet potatoes, why do you care about them?"

The old man Jiang placed a piece of wood and chopped it down with an axe. The wood immediately split into two and rolled down the stake, "I just don't like giving it to him.

In the past, he went down the mountain to sell firewood. When did he buy caramel and didn't hide it secretly?Dalang and the others were never distributed.Why come to our house to eat sweet potatoes now?Who can ask him to help? "

Mrs. Zhou heard that he started digging up old accounts again, and said helplessly: "It's been so many years since the old calendar, why do you still remember it? It's true that he is stingy, but when Da Lang was sick, didn't he also borrow half of it to give it to him?" Are we in an emergency?"

"He's trying to save face!" Old man Jiang said confidently, "If it wasn't for the half of the money, would I have allowed Shiro to take his Jiang Guazi to the pier?"

"Come on you, who said that the grievances of the previous generation should not be brought to the next generation? You just don't want Jiang Changfu to ignore us in the past, and now he hangs around you all day long.

But if people don't come, where are you going?At that time, you still have to wander in front of him? " Mrs. Zhou ruthlessly pierced his little thoughts.

The old man Jiang was so stunned that he had nothing to say. He and Jiang Changfu didn't have any serious enmity at all, but some small things over the years, coupled with his mother's partiality, made him look down on Jiang Changfu very much.

Jiang old man chopped firewood for a while, thinking about those people and sweet potatoes outside, and said: "Yunniang will teach them how to grow sweet potatoes again, right?"

Old Madam Zhou said: "You don't care, we didn't let Ren Yunniang farm the land. She dug the sweet potatoes from the mountains and planted them herself. She can do whatever she likes."

Old man Jiang wanted to say that he helped open that land, but thinking of Yunniang's calf-like strength and vigor, she opened almost half of the land by herself, and old man Jiang felt embarrassed to speak up.

Thinking of the worries in his heart, old man Jiang sighed, and said, "They all say 'Sheng Mien, Dou Michou.' I'm not afraid that Yunniang will give you too much. Turning around, the villagers don't think about her love, but feel that this It was Yunniang who should give it to them.

And this sweet potato is a new crop after all, and it doesn't take up farmland like mushrooms and fungus.

If sweet potatoes were planted, it would be too late for the winter wheat to be planted. Don't think they believed in Yunniang right now, but if one of them is not done well later and the winter wheat is delayed, then it must all be on Yunniang's head? "

The more old man Jiang thought about it, the more worried he became, wondering if he was going to pull Yunniang over and tell them not to promise to teach them how to grow sweet potatoes.

However, Mrs. Zhou said that she was not worried at all. She went to attend Jiang Yun's meetings several times later, and knew that Jiang Yun was a man with a plan and a lot of tricks, so she would not suffer easily.

Liu Su on the side also comforted: "Father, don't worry, Yunniang has discussed this matter with me. She knows it well."

At this time, Jiang Yun and the others in the front yard were talking about planting sweet potatoes.

"Is this sweet potato easy to grow? I see that you go to the field every day, isn't it difficult to take care of sweet potatoes?" a villager asked.

Jiang Yun pondered for a while, sighed faintly, and said old-fashionedly: "It is really difficult to plant sweet potatoes, because it is easy to live, but it is not easy to say, because if you don't take care of it well, the sweet potatoes will bear fruit." They are small and few, and some are not even knotted."

"Ah? Are you still writing agricultural books this time? I'll ask my grandson to help you copy the books."

Jiang Yun hesitated and said: "I want to write, but I haven't figured out some places where sweet potatoes are grown, and I don't know what to do." That's strange.

The man exaggerated: "Hey, you are already yielding almost thirty shi per mu, so you still don't understand?"

Jiang Yun said reservedly: "That being said, I only planted a fraction of the land this time, and I went to take care of it every day. If I planted a lot, how could I be able to serve like this? Then who knows what the situation will be?" .”

Everyone nodded when they heard it, that's the reason.

But seeing such a large yield of sweet potatoes, how could they be willing to let it go?
　There's another chapter at ten

　　
　
(End of this chapter)