Passing through stretches of wheat fields, there are also stretches of soybeans.
After walking for half a quarter of an hour, Qing'er had forgotten to see several crops. She became more and more curious. Mr. Bai was really a strange man. He could even grow these folk crops in a decent way. Everywhere was lush and full of vitality.
Along Bai Song's journey, wherever he passed, farmers came up one after another to express their gratitude. In this era, Bai Song was definitely the most generous employer.
The cooperative management model is not a special case of this era. Tenants in many places adopt similar methods to Bai Song, but they do not have the outrageous share ratios of Bai Song.
Ordinary farmers would only get 20% for farming on other people's land, but Bai Song gave 50%. In addition, the seeds and seedlings used by Bai Song were all taken from space, so the harvest was naturally much better than the current crops.
The farmers expressed their gratitude from the bottom of their hearts, and it was a wonderful sight in the fields.
When it fell in Qing'er's eyes, she became even more moved.
Such a harmonious scene has not been seen for countless years.
Mohism has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are certainly many people who respect it among the people, but in the eyes of those who respect it, they cannot see the purity and purity in the eyes of the people here.
Thinking of what Mr. Bai said before, he didn't want the world to be in chaos.
Qing'er thought it was all empty talk, but now that she sees what Mr. Bai has done for the people of Youzhou, she finally believes that it is indeed Mr. Bai's wish.
In comparison, everything I have done this year makes me feel extremely ashamed in front of Mr. Bai.
Just as Qing'er was thinking about it, Bai Song's voice came from the front: "Qing'er, that's my potato field, and the harvest has begun."
As soon as her thoughts were interrupted, Qing'er raised her eyes in a daze.
The fields in front are not as lush as before, but are a bit messy. As far as the eye can see, there are old farmers digging the soil. They are all immersed in the work and are sweating profusely. However, there is no hard work in these people's eyes, only the joy of harvest. Some round things in the soil were packed into trucks, and a pallet truck full of goods was being pulled out by the old scalper.
There was a fragrant aroma nearby, and several old farmers were wiping their sweat around the big pot on the fire. The round things in it were boiling for a whole pot, exuding bursts of heat, and everyone gathered around to eat.
"Then...is that the potato the young master calls you?"
Bai Song nodded, but before he could speak, Uncle Qu had already run to the front and greeted everyone: "Come and meet everyone. Our boss is free today. He thinks of everyone's hard work and has prepared some delicious food for you that can only be found in the city." Come and try the sour plum soup."
The scene in the wheat field reappeared before, and more old farmers gathered around Bai Song to express their gratitude.
After Bai Song said a few words to everyone enthusiastically, he walked to the steaming pot, picked up a hot potato, held it in his hand and blew on it.
Qing'er looked at it curiously without saying anything. When she smelled the potatoes for the first time, she felt that the fragrance was unique and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
It's just a pot of random stew, with mud mixed in the water. It doesn't look very beautiful, and it's not very clean. The eldest lady of the Mo family has always stayed away from such things.
Qing'er thought to herself that she would not eat such a thing, but after seeing Mr. Bai peeling the potatoes bit by bit, he put the potatoes to his mouth before he even took a bite.
Seeing Mr. Bai's eager eyes, Qing'er just thought about not eating it, but she couldn't resist Mr. Bai's temptation. She frowned and took a small bite.
The soft and dense texture is very unique. The taste buds are stimulated by the starch and secrete saliva wildly. After one bite, Qing'er didn't feel anything strange. She only felt warm in her stomach and wanted to take a second bite.
"How does it taste?" Bai Song asked expectantly.
Qing'er nodded and said with a smile, "It's really unique."
"The most unique thing is not its taste, but its growth ability. Potatoes are cheap things. They can grow as long as there is soil. One acre of land can yield two thousand kilograms, which is several times that of other crops. They are also full. In extreme times, It can replace rice.”
Bai Song was so excited that he took a big bite and put the remaining piece to Qing'er's mouth.
Qing'er's face turned red, and she thought to herself: Why is Mr. Bai like this?
Why should he eat this potato that he just ate?
It’s okay if you have eaten it yourself, why should you give the rest to yourself?
The relationship between the two has reached such a close level?
Qing'er secretly glanced at Mr. Bai, but Mr. Bai didn't realize it. He looked at the fields in the distance with longing in his eyes.
Qing'er had no choice but to blush and ate a small piece of potato from Mr. Bai's hand. She always felt that there was more of a man's taste in the second bite, and the taste changed.
This batch of potatoes yielded more than 20,000 jins. After dividing it with the old farmers, Bai Song could harvest more than 10,000 jins.
It’s hard to estimate the value of these more than 10,000 kilograms of potatoes, because there are none on the market, and we don’t know how well they will be accepted by ordinary people.
Qing'er couldn't even figure out how these potatoes had anything to do with their future plans. Why does Mr. Bai say that he will rely on these things in the future?
Bai Song didn't explain immediately. He came out today just to give Qing'er some fresh air.
He ordered people to send the loaded potatoes to Jixian first, and then returned to the city with Qing'er.
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Back home, Xiang'er came to Bai Song with an invitation.
"Ms. Sir, the invitation from the Prefect's Mansion said that all the wealthy families in Jixian County were invited to participate. It didn't say anything."
Bai Song opened the invitation and saw that it was indeed an ordinary invitation, and there was nothing wrong with it.
However, the invitation was sent by the prefect's palace, but it did not indicate any purpose. It obviously had other purposes.
Bai Song didn't answer, thinking to himself.
Xiang'er asked again: "My husband, no one knows that you are back yet. Should my husband or I attend this party?"
Bai Song took the invitation and seemed to have thought of something: "I'm going to the prefect's mansion now."
"Go now?" Xiang'er didn't quite understand.
Bai Song didn't say much, called Dongxiang and went out again.
Dongxiang was good at reading the young master's expression, and asked as soon as she left the house: "Master, have you discovered something?"
Bai Song smiled and said, "What else can an official ask for from a businessman besides money?"
"Want money?"
"I came back from the Yangtze River Estuary and saw a lot of people along the way. It is summer now, and I can often see scattered hungry people. This situation should be more common in places north of Youzhou. The governor must be here to relieve the hungry people. worry."
"There are no natural or man-made disasters. Even if there are hungry people, the governor can't be blamed, right?"
"Once the people in the world have no food to eat, they will naturally run to the capital. When these hungry people arrive in the capital, the emperor will definitely know about it. Although the governor is not at fault, the emperor will definitely think that the local officials are incompetent and will never do anything good. So. , no matter who is the governor, he must always take the issue of relieving the victims at heart."
