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Chapter 47 Doubt

Zhou Jing became thoughtful when she heard it, and after a while she said to herself: "In this way, like peas and soybeans, you can also blanch them and freeze them. If you want to eat, you can thaw some, stir-fry or Can it be fried with other dishes?"

"Theoretically, it is possible." Although someone had done this in the previous life, Chen Huiyin couldn't be too absolute, so let A Niang try it first, and she will know the bottom of her heart after trying it once.

Zhou Jing was not entangled: "Next year, when the peas and soybeans grow in the field, try it and you will know."

In the morning of the next day, Zhou Jinghao and Chen Boyu planted the whole small vegetable garden with mutated tripe cabbage.

As the days passed, in mid-August, the upland rice and wheat planted by the Chen family were ripe. Because there were not many planted, it took the family a day to harvest and thresh.

The sun is good at this moment, and after two or three days of drying, the new rice and wheat can be bagged and stored in warehouses.

On the drying ground in the village, Chen Boyan gathered the rice and said worriedly: "Brother, is the chance of the varieties of the things we planted this year too high?"

While sealing the bag full of rice, Chen Boyu replied: "Is it tall? Why don't I think it's just that the watermelon has changed, and the berry is not a variety, but for some reason, a new variety has grown.

Then there is the rice, not only the rice in the Central Plains is used, but also the rice from the Northeast that I bought from a merchant. New varieties, that wheat is also mixed with different seeds, so new varieties are also hybridized. "

Chen Boyu's actions were neither busy nor chaotic, and his tone was even more natural. Hearing what he said, Chen Boyan's worries dissipated a little.

Out of the corner of Chen Boyu's eyes, he saw his expression relax a little, and he deliberately said to himself: "The climate here is different, and the local seeds must be somewhat different from ours.

I don't know if I can ask the eldest sister of the Gu family to get some berry seeds from Jiangnan, Huainan and other places. No, get some berry seeds, and mix them with our local seeds. Maybe new varieties can be naturally hybridized. "

After hearing this, Chen Boyan subconsciously slowed down the movements in his hands. These words sounded a bit fanciful, but they were not unreasonable. Thinking about it this way, he felt that his previous worries were ultimately narrowed in his vision.

Seeing that his younger brother's doubts had been completely dispelled, Chen Boyu breathed a sigh of relief calmly. At the same time, he was also thinking about collecting seeds from all over the place. He didn't just talk about it, but he had such an idea long ago.

At the same time, in the courtyard of the Chen family, Zhou Jinghao put the new varieties of rice and wheat that were drying in the yard into the prepared bags, and then took them back to the bedroom in the east room.

The two kinds she harvested are really new varieties. Before that, they opened up three parts of the land in their own yard and planted high-yield upland rice, wheat and corn respectively, but in the field outside, they were mixed with local rice, wheat, Corn is mixed with high-yielding seeds, and new varieties emerge from those mixed fields.

There is no obvious difference between the plants of the new rice variety and the other two, the biggest difference lies in the shape of the rice.

The rice in the Central Plains is slender, and the grains of the high-yield upland rice are round, while the new variety of rice is in between. There are also nearly twice as many grains on the ears of rice in the Central Plains.

As for the new variety of wheat, the plants are slightly shorter than the high-yield wheat plants, but taller than the local wheat species. The local wheat species can only produce three ears, but the new variety has six ears. Although the ears of high-yielding wheat species also have six ears, their ears are much larger.

This afternoon, Chen Huiyin was a little absent-minded. When she heard the voices of mother and father talking in the yard, she couldn't sit still anymore, put down the book in her hand, and walked quickly to the yard.

She first glanced at the bags of rice and wheat on the bullock cart, and said eagerly: "Father, how many catties are there for the rice and wheat?"

"The rice grown in the back of our yard weighs over 40 catties, and the wheat more than [-] catties." Seeing his daughter's eagerness, Chen Boyu told her the weight.

Chen Huiyin immediately calculated the yield per mu in his mind. The yield per mu of high-yield upland rice should be about [-] catties, and that of wheat should be about [-] catties. This mu yield is considered high in this era, but it only reached the minimum mu yield set by the system for them. Putting aside the problem of planting technology, Chen Huiyin is not ambitious enough to achieve the highest yield per mu, after all, it cannot be achieved with the current planting technology.

Her ideal yield per mu is about [-] catties of rice and [-] catties of wheat, but it is too early to think about the ideal yield per mu. Right now, the quality of high-yield upland rice and wheat is her second concern.

It’s not that things are grown, and everything will be fine if you know the yield per mu. Rice needs to be measured by the rice yield, and wheat is measured by the amount of gluten.

As for the appearance and taste of the rice, Chen Huiyin feels that for most of the people who rely on high-yield corn and potatoes to fill their stomachs throughout the year, rice, a fine grain, can be eaten every meal without a problem. It doesn't matter at all how it looks.

As for the other indicators of wheat quality, it can be ignored in the age without equipment, but the gluten degree of wheat is not enough, and it directly loses the qualification to be milled into flour.

Chen Boyu gave his daughter a little time to digest before continuing: "The yield of rice in the field outside is only about one stone per mu, and the yield of wheat is slightly higher, at two stones per mu."

Chen Huiyin was not disappointed with this amount. Drought would indeed reduce the yield, which was unavoidable. Fortunately, although the yield of wheat was not as high as that of the Central Plains, it was not as exaggerated as the reduction of rice production.

"Father, mother, let's eat new rice tonight!" In fact, Chen Huiyin wanted to see the rice rate.

Zhou Jing knew her daughter very well, and she suddenly proposed to eat new rice, maybe it was not for eating, but for other reasons, she asked directly: "Okay, which kind do you want to eat?"

There is something in Chen Huiyin's words: "The millet grown in the backyard is different from what we used to eat. I want to taste the difference?"

Chen Boyu and Zhou Jinghao, who knew the inside story, understood. Zhou Jinghao went back to the warehouse, took out a bucket, and measured a bucket of land rice. When Chen Boyu moved all the grain into the warehouse, the couple took Chen Huiyin to the warehouse. The mill in the village.

After leaving the house and walking a distance, Zhou Jinghao asked her daughter: "Sister Qiao, do you want to see the difference between the upland rice we planted and the upland rice you got before?"

Before, my daughter got ten catties of high-yield upland rice, as well as cornmeal and flour. These three items are still in my daughter’s space, but she and her husband had seen the three kinds of grain at that time. The quality was quite good, and the rice grains were shiny. The flour is fine and white, and the corn flour is also finer than I have ever seen.

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