There were many people who ate dinner that day, and they all ate until their bellies bulged and lay on the ground wailing, even Lu Lingqi was no exception.
Zhao Yi took the wine that Zhang Fei brought and drank it sip by sip, and placed his unused potatoes and sweet potatoes on the cleared stone table.
"Wanyi, this is fairy food. Let the servants clear a place tomorrow. This kind of sweet potato likes hot and sunny places. Just loosen the soil when planting. By the way, you can also plant it. Cut it open, find an earthen pot, put some water in it and put it directly. You only need to change the water every day, and sweet potato seedlings will grow after a while.
Sweet potato tassels are also delicious. The four counties of Jingnan are considered to be in the south, so they are suitable for growing sweet potatoes. This kind of food does not like cold and likes sunshine. If it is normal, it is conservatively estimated that one acre of land can produce about a thousand kilograms, right? "
Liu Wanyi was carefully recording Zhao Yi's previous words, but when he said the last sentence, "The yield per mu is about a thousand catties," the little girl's eyes suddenly widened, she looked up at her husband, opened her mouth slightly and repeated: "One An acre of land... produces about a thousand kilograms?"
Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment. He didn't quite understand whether an acre of land in the Eastern Han Dynasty was the same size as an acre of land thousands of years later. Moreover, they didn't seem to use the unit "jin". He thought for a moment and said: "' Jin' is a magical algorithm. The one dendrobium we call is approximately equal to the one hundred and twenty kilograms I mentioned, which means that each acre of land can produce about ten dendrobiums of grain, right? I don't know exactly how to calculate it."
Zhao Yi only gave a general idea, because in his impression, one acre of land in the late Eastern Han Dynasty was far from the one acre of land he imagined. What are the differences between the measurement units of "dendrobium", "stone" and "dou"? He was also confused about the conversion of kilograms, and he would have to wait until Ma Liang's eldest brother Ma Bochang sobered up to inquire about the specific figures.
"The next one is this potato. This one is even more powerful. Don't underestimate this potato. It has very low requirements for growth conditions and is very tolerant of roughness. The yield per mu can be two to three thousand kilograms, that is, twenty or thirty. Dendrobium, if it’s grown well, it’s not impossible to produce tens of thousands of pounds.”
This time Liu Wanyi's little mouth opened wider, she stretched out her hands to hold a potato and looked left and right, as if she was holding an extremely precious piece of He's Bi.
"Such a small thing can actually produce so much food? Husband, if it is really a magical food and can be grown on a large scale, people will not starve to death or freeze to death on the streets like now."
"My wife is really kind. Let's carve out a small area in the yard and try to plant one. I'll have to consult Bo Chang's opinion on how to plant it in a large area. If you hadn't reminded me this time, I would have planted it. Forgot."
Zhao Yi held Liu Wanyi's face and kissed her hard on the forehead. This made the little girl so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. She looked around at the people sleeping on the floor, and hurriedly got up and wanted to hide back immediately. She went to the house, but she didn't know where to put the potatoes in her hands. She only knew that if what her husband said was true, then the little lump of earth in her hands would be worth a thousand dollars or a thousand dollars to find.
Zhao Yi took the potatoes with a smile, looked at his underage wife's fleeing back and shook his head.
He then picked up the potato in his hand and threw it up, saying to himself: "You little thing is a treasure now~ I wonder if you can be replaced by a state shepherd to dedicate you to the emperor?"
The next day, before Ma Bochang woke up from his hangover, he was pulled out of bed by Zhao Yi, who was so excited that he had not slept all night. However, when he heard about the yield per acre of fairy food cultivation, he woke up instantly from his hangover.
"Hongfei, what you just said is true?"
Ma Bochang, who was good at farm work and was a steady man, showed an excited expression for the first time. He squeezed Zhao Yi's shoulders with both hands, and there was unconcealable enthusiasm in his eyes, which looked quite scary.
"Of course it's true. Who am I? I'm a disciple of an immortal, how can I lie to others? Haha~~Brother Bo Chang, I asked Wanyi to find a piece of land in the backyard to try to plant some. You can prepare a piece of land there. Come to a large experimental field and use a little more variety. I don’t have much stock on hand. If it works, we can continue planting with the food produced every year. Only in this way can a virtuous cycle continue.”
"Okay, okay, Hongfei, if this immortal's food production can really reach the thousands of kilograms per mu you said, the people's hard life will be over, and you deserve to enjoy the Ancestral Temple!"
Zhao Yi's mouth twitched slightly when Ma Bo often said, he didn't expect that the other party had moved the Ancestral Temple up, would he also build a longevity tablet for him?
Good guy, will I become Yuan Longping in the eyes of ancient people? From now on, people will have to give us statues and enjoy the incense forever.
Zhao Yi didn't know much about farming, so he left some potatoes and sweet potatoes for Ma Bochang to use as seeds, and went off to do other things. The latter was as excited as a gambler who had discovered a gold mine.
Later, Ma Liang said that his eldest brother held this thing and laughed all night long.
After arranging the food for the gods, Zhao Yi walked home full of hope, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw a horse rushing towards him at almost full speed from a distance.
The dust from the war horses trailed a long trail, and without asking, one could tell there was an emergency report.
"General Zhao~~~~The military advisor is reporting urgently, asking you to take people to Jiangdong as soon as possible to greet the lord~~~!"
Before the messenger arrived, he shouted loudly at Zhao Yi on his horse. When he came closer, the horse didn't stop. He turned over and jumped down. He staggered and knelt down on one knee in front of Zhao Yi, with his chest He was up and down, panting violently, holding a piece of bamboo slips in his hands, which was the urgent message Zhuge Liang had sent back.
"What? Something happened to my master?!"
Zhao Yi was secretly frightened, thinking that if the second master followed him, what could happen to his old father-in-law? Could it be that...that boy Zhou Yu did something irrational?
Zhao Yi picked up the piece of bamboo and saw a very brief sentence written on it.
[The Lord is in danger, Hong is coming quickly. 】
"I see."
Zhao Yi didn't want to talk nonsense. He put away the bamboo slips and ran home to explain to Liu Wanyi. Then he took a group of war horses from the courtyard and headed straight for the military camp on the outskirts of the city.
On the school grounds, the soldiers were doing regular training, while Ma Liu and others gathered together to talk about the delicious food they had eaten yesterday that they would never forget.
At this time, I saw Zhao Yi riding straight towards me. His voice was loud and full of undoubted meaning, and he said loudly: "Everyone gather where you are~~~ Dress lightly and simply, march quickly, and follow me to Jiangdong. Welcome the lord!"
Following Zhao Yi's order, the soldiers on the school field were just stunned for a moment, and soon started to move.
They formed teams according to their usual training, with ten people in groups or one hundred people in one group, and they quickly lined up.
This 1,000-person team is full of energy and has eyes as bright as lightning. Under Zhao Yi's training, they have initially acquired some of the characteristics of modern soldiers.
