Dressed as a farmer group pet

Chapter 138 Chapter 138

After a while, Jiang Hu was dragged to the inner courtyard by shopkeeper Liu, and Master Zhang stood beside him, still holding a large jar of syrup in his arms and did not let go.

On the other side of shopkeeper Liu was the middle-aged man who looked at the syrup and then at the old turtle, who was surprised and envious, and asked stubbornly about the sorghum.

As for Jiang Hu, there was only one feeling: God, why can men talk so much!
"Brother Jianghu..."

"Brother Jianghu..."

"The shopkeeper's..."

Jiang Hu finally couldn't help it anymore: "Stop talking!"

Jiang Hu, who always looked honest and honest, suddenly roared, which really shocked everyone present. Everyone stopped talking for a moment, and stared at him in bewilderment.

Jiang Hu was a little embarrassed when he realized it, but he still continued to say: "Everyone calm down first, don't worry, let's talk slowly, will it work?"

Shopkeeper Liu was the first to calm down as he greeted and sent off every day.

With a smile, he pulled his sleeves forcefully out of the middle-aged man next to him.

"Brother Jiang Hu is right. Let's sit down and talk slowly. Anyway, everyone is here. Xiao Ding, you go and ask someone to take the ox cart to the back alley, and then make a pot of tea."

Master Zhang quickly interjected: "If you don't make tea, just take plain water. Let's drink sugar water today."

Xiao Ding looked at shopkeeper Liu, after all, this is the boss who issued the moon silver.

Shopkeeper Liu nodded slightly, then motioned to the middle-aged man next to him who was anxious and restrained himself from speaking, to sit down at the table in the yard.

"Xiao Ding, bring over the meal that this guest hasn't finished eating later."

Lei doesn't beat people who eat, anyway, it's more important to cook.

The man probably didn't have enough to eat, so he didn't refuse, but followed shopkeeper Liu step by step, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Shopkeeper Liu sighed helplessly, wondering if this man's ears were bad, since he just said that it was the sorghum from Brother Jiang Hu's family, this man heard the sorghum.

But shopkeeper Liu still led the people to the table and explained by the way.

"Guest officer, I know you want to ask about sorghum, but I don't farm. The sorghum I'm talking about is also from this brother's family. You can ask him if sorghum can grow in winter."

In the end, he pointed at Jiang Hu hard, his face full of helplessness.

The middle-aged man looked up, with a slightly confused expression on his face.

Jiang Hu smiled slightly: "Brother, let's sit down and talk first, don't worry."

Holding the bucket in his arms, he smiled kindly and looked a little out of place.

There is no way, the scene just now was indeed a little scary.

Although Liu Yang is also a chatterbox, but there is only one person, and his words are very straightforward. If there is anything to do, he will just talk about the key points directly.

And just now, many people surrounded him, all talking, he didn't even know who to listen to!

The four finally sat down at the stone table under the gazebo. This time, the middle-aged man didn't follow shopkeeper Liu, but sat down directly next to Jiang Hu.

Jiang Hu clearly saw that shopkeeper Liu secretly let out a sigh of relief.

It was as if he had finally shaken off some burden.

Xiao Ding brought over the man's porridge and steamed buns, and went to pour water.

At this moment, Shopkeeper Liu and Master Zhang were not in a hurry, and they also realized that whether it was syrup or old turtle, Jiang Hu brought it specially, and it was originally intended to be sold, so there was no need to be so anxious.

So Jiang Hu looked around, and finally looked at the middle-aged man who had glanced at the porridge and steamed buns, but didn't feel like eating them at all.

"Brother, what shopkeeper Liu said just now is true. The sorghum in our village grows for a short time and is not afraid of freezing."

"Of course, I'm not afraid of the cold on our side. I discovered it by accident after the winter. I saw that it grew well and didn't die because of the winter, so I kept the seeds on purpose."

He heard that the winter in the north is much colder than here, so he didn't know if he could live in other places.

"However, I am very sure of one thing. This sorghum can be harvested in about four months, and the yield is also very high!"

Last year he planted it around April and harvested it in August.

This year is the same!
As soon as Jiang Hu's words fell, the middle-aged man stood up quickly, grabbed Jiang Hu's hand, and was very excited: "Really? What you said is true? How much is the yield per mu? How about sorghum?"

Even Jiang Hu felt a little pain from being grabbed, but looking at this person again, he was dark and thin, and he probably was hungry.

Jiang Hu felt a little bit empathetic when he thought of being hungry.

I didn't feel the pain, and nodded seriously: "It's true. I discovered the seeds last year. There were only a few dozen plants. I planted about half an acre last year, and the seeds were distributed to the villagers."

"This year, almost all of them have been planted in our village. I roughly estimated that the yield of one mu of sorghum is about [-] to [-] catties!"

Even though Jiang Hu had already been shocked when he received it, he still felt incredible when he said it now.

Eight hundred catties, what concept?That is, his family planted three acres and harvested at least 2000 catties!
Of course, he hasn't said how much, but it won't be much different anyway.

Of course, Jiang Hu knows that because all the crops in his family use different manure, the yield is higher.

But the yield of sorghum grown by other people in the village is not much lower. The yield per mu is about [-], which is quite good!

And what about the old sorghum?Not to mention seven or eight months of planting, the yield per mu is only four to five hundred catties, and with good luck, the weather can reach five hundred catties!
But if God plays tricks, the production will be cut by more than half.

After listening to Jiang Hu's words, even shopkeeper Liu and Master Zhang, who didn't farm the land, widened their eyes in surprise, let alone the middle-aged man.

His eyes were protruding, his breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

Jiang Hu hurriedly supported him: "Brother, are you okay? You calm down, do you want seeds too? I'll sell you a few catties, and you can plant them yourself next year."

Jiang Hu was a little anxious, afraid that the eldest brother would not come up in one breath, and he would pass by when he got excited.

If it's okay if you faint, I'm afraid...

The man suddenly closed his eyes, tried to breathe calmly, took a deep breath, and managed to calm himself down.

And at this moment, his sanity finally came back.

Although he still firmly grasped Jiang Hu's arm, at least he was not as forceful and excited as before.

"I heard they called you Brother Jiang Hu just now. I'll call you that too. Brother Jiang Hu, where do you live? I'll bring people to buy sorghum tomorrow."

"By the way, do other people in your village sell it? I can buy them all! The price can be [-]% higher than that of Liangzhuang!"

Jiang Hu was a little surprised. He thought that the eldest brother was so poor and hungry, so he was so excited about the sorghum. Why did he open his mouth and buy them all?
But in the next second, Jiang Hu realized that he was careless.

Although this man is wearing old clothes, they are not the bunts of peasants, but the robes worn by rich people.

There is also a leather belt around the waist, and a purse is hanging, and the inner garment leaking from the neckline is also made of pure cotton fabric, which ordinary peasants are reluctant to wear.

Careless.

"Brother, the food tax has not been paid, so it cannot be sold..."

(End of this chapter)