Ghost Emperor Domineering Pet: Meng Fei, too black belly

Chapter 391 Mo Xiuran, I'm Sorry...We're Missing in This Life ([-])
Soon, Luo Wenchong was seen coming up with a middle-aged man.

Luo Wenchong: "Princess, Old Li is here."

Murong Jue knew Old Li Tou, who was the head of the Zhuangzi purchased by Chu Yao. He was the one who helped Zhang Luo back then, so he naturally knew him.

Chu Yao asked Luo Wenchong to move a chair, and asked Lao Li to sit down and talk.

Old Li waved his hands again and again, indicating that he could just stand.

Chu Yao: "Uncle Li, you are all from your own family, so don't be nervous, tell me about the output of Zhuangzi now."

Hearing what Chu Yao said, the people sitting there looked at Old Li very curiously, not understanding why Chu Yao said these things in front of them.

Old Li's face was flushed at this time, he was actually not nervous at all, but excited.

What's more, the old farmer didn't realize that the young masters sitting beside Chu Yao were either rich or noble.

One of them is still the prince of the dynasty.

Hearing Chu Yao's question, Old Li immediately reported the data excitedly.

He usually stutters a bit.

But when it comes to these agricultural data, he is full of foam, his eyes are shining, and his whole body is in a state of excitement.

Chu Yao picked up the cup and drank tea with a calm face, while the others looked blank.

They are all dandies, and it is simply unscientific to expect dandies to understand the affairs of the village.

But Gu Ruobai, who was born in an imperial merchant, was an exception.

When Gu Ruobai who was at the side heard the data, he spit out the tea in his mouth in shock.

Gu Ruobai: "You, how much did you just say? Sweet potatoes and potatoes... How many acres are there?!"

Old Li was ecstatically talking about the growth of the crops in the field.

Interrupted by Gu Ruobai, Old Li still had more to say.

But he still answered honestly: "The yield per mu of sweet potatoes is 1687 catties, that of corn is 1353 catties per mu, and that of potatoes is 2538 catties per mu."

Seeing Gu Ruobai's completely dull expression, as if he had lost his soul, Murong Qi asked curiously, "Is this more or less?"

Before Gu Ruobai could answer, the old Li on the side said excitedly: "Of course that's too much. In the past, when we were in good years, we could receive 300 catties of grain per mu. That's all thanks to God."

Hearing what Old Li said, the rest of the people were terrified.

Chu Yao: "Well, not bad, although it's a lot less than I expected, but it's still passable."

Everyone's eyeballs were about to fall out when they looked at Chu Yao.

less than expected? !

This is how many times more production, but it is still too little, why don't you go to heaven!

Gu Ruobai's voice was trembling: "If it's true, then if all the farmers plant the seeds, wouldn't there be no so-called famine?"

Chu Yao: "Not too stupid."

Immediately, the four of them looked at Chu Yao excitedly, and Murong Jue said, "Yaoyao, do you have any plans to let us know about this?"

Chu Yao: "If I said that I want to invite you to promote the seeds of these crops, would you be willing?"

Just like those hope schools, sales homes and nursing homes, it is absolutely impossible for her to do it herself.

Concentrating all the hearts of the people on one person is an act that shakes the foundation of the country and will not be tolerated by any ruling class.

However, it's different when the two great gods, Murong Jue and Murong Qi, are involved.

The two of them originally represented the royal family, and in addition, let the emperor and Prince Hao know in advance.

Presumably, such a thing that benefits the country and the people, the royal family of Yunzhao Kingdom will never refuse.

(End of this chapter)