Based on the original memory of this body, Duan Wenjun already knew that the Duan family was rich.
Although he had some ideas in his mind, he was still deeply shocked when he saw the endless fields in front of him.
Duan Daxiong had sold most of his family property that day in order to save his son. He thought that the situation of the Duan family might be a little bad.
However, when he saw the land in front of him, he realized that perhaps the ignorance of his previous body had completely limited his imagination.
In the memory of this body, it only knows how to spend money. It knows nothing about how the family makes a living, what industries it has, and where the money comes from.
Seeing the shocked look on Duan Wenjun's face, Duan Daxiong burst out laughing, "What the heck, Duanjiabao faces Fushui in the east, Laoshan Mountain in the back, and the other two sides are fertile fields. What we see now is less than half of it."
Duan Wenjun was shocked again.
Looking at it, this field is at least a thousand hectares in size. If it is less than half, then it means that the Duan family's farmland must be as much as three to four thousand hectares.
Thousands of hectares, that's tens of thousands of acres of fertile land...
The ancients were honest and never deceived others.
Whenever he describes his family's wealth, he would write, "My family has ten thousand acres of fertile land."
Duan Wenjun thought it was just a description in the story, but he didn't expect it to be true...
The Duan family is just a wealthy man in a small county like Wangjiang, and they own tens of thousands of acres of fertile land. What about the wealthy landlords in other large places?
"Then just relying on these fields, wouldn't we have to harvest millions of kilograms of grain a year?" Duan Wenjun looked at Duan Daxiong and exclaimed.
Millions of kilograms of grain are absolutely an astronomical figure in this era.
When Duan Daxiong heard this, he immediately laughed.
"Millions of kilograms? There are so many. Your father will wake up laughing every day." He shook his head. "Last year, the weather was good, and we just put into the warehouse nearly ten thousand kilograms, which is already very good. If you are a normal year, you can A few thousand stones would be great.”
Duan Wenjun knows that one stone is worth one hundred catties.
Thousands of stones are only a few hundred thousand kilograms.
"Only a few thousand stones?" Duan Wenjun looked horrified, "How is that possible?"
Duan Daxiong's face suddenly showed a wry smile.
But considering that Duan Wenjun never asked about industry matters, it was normal not to know about these things.
Seeing his thoughtful look at this moment, Duan Daxiong started to explain.
Since Duan Wenjun was interested in knowing, he was naturally willing to tell him.
"With good weather and good weather like last year, one acre of land can produce two and a half stones of grain, which is already considered a very high yield. In an ordinary year, we would be lucky to be able to produce even two stones."
"But this is only the output of the land. If we follow the previous rules of Duanjiabao, farmers need to hand over 70% of the rent to the Duan family. This is not bad. One acre of land can have more than a stone of grain, excluding taxes. For the part, we can still get about one stone."
"Your mother-in-law is kind-hearted and can't bear to see the suffering of these farmers. She reduced the rent of farmers in our fields from 70% to 50%. In the end, what we got was less than one stone per acre of land."
"The Duanjia Fort has a total of 11,342 acres. Calculated based on half a stone and a little more than an acre, that is, a harvest of seven to eight thousand stones can be put into our Duan family's granary."
Duan Daxiong knows these numbers very well, because they are already familiar to him.
Seeing Duan Wenjun's frown, he smiled lightly and said, "Wenjun, you don't have to worry. Although we are not very young, our Duan family made our fortune from farmland, and the grain in the granary will be enough for a few lifetimes."
But he didn't know that Duan Wenjun frowned not because the harvest from the Duan family's fields was too small, but because the output from the fields was too low.
In Duan Wenjun's world view, with the hybrid rice researched by Grandpa Yuan, a yield of one thousand catties per mu is common, and even two thousand catties per mu is not a dream.
But according to Duan Daxiong, one acre of land can only produce two and a half stones of grain, which is two hundred and fifty kilograms, which is considered a high yield.
This is simply a world of difference.
"If half of the output from the fields is given to us, how much will these farmers have left?" Duan Wenjun looked at Duan Daxiong, "Is it enough for them to feed them for a year?"
Duan Daxiong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then showed a faint smile.
Unexpectedly, Wenjun seemed to be concerned not with the Duan family's harvest, but with the suffering of these farmers.
Much like his mother.
This made Duan Daxiong feel very pleased.
"The rent we pay in Duanjiabao is less than other places. The farmers can get half of the harvest, so they are quite wealthy." Duan Daxiong showed a proud smile on his face. "You can go and ask. Your father’s reputation in this area is pretty good.”
In this family fort, who wouldn't be very grateful to Duan Daxiong? Who doesn’t have great respect for him?
This is all because he has allowed the farmers here to live a relatively prosperous life.
Of course, all this is due to Qiu's request for him to reduce the rent.
Duan Wenjun nodded thoughtfully and said nothing. He just looked at the many farmers busy in the endless fields and fell into deep thinking.
A relatively prosperous life?
After working hard for a year, one acre of land left less than 100 kilograms of grain. How can this be called a prosperous life?
It's just a pity that although I have seen some related introductions in textbooks about the hybrid water studied by Grandpa Yuan, I don't understand the mystery at all, and it is impossible to have an aura like the protagonists of many time-travel novels. Improved grain varieties and yields.
It is almost impossible for me to produce Grandpa Yuan's hybrid rice.
But, what can I change?
"Master Duan, you are here! You have come back to worship your ancestors, right?" Just as he was deep in thought, a voice like a lark sounded from not far away.
"Hey, it's Ling'er. He's working in the fields with your grandfather again!" Duan Daxiong obviously recognized the person and replied with a smile.
Duan Wenjun looked for the sound and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl on the field ridge in front of her, walking towards this side with a bamboo basket in her arms.
She was wearing a gray coarse cloth with several patches on it, but it looked clean and tidy, but it seemed that it could not wrap up her proud figure.
Her skin is slightly dark, but her facial features are very delicate and delicate.
A slightly thin face and a pair of big shining black eyes that look bright and bright.
She has eyebrows with willow leaves, a high bridge of nose, slightly upturned corners of her mouth, and a charming smile, revealing two small dimples.
There is a hint of charm in maturity, and there is a hint of innocence in charm.
Duan Wenjun stared at Zhao Ling'er, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
I never expected that there would be such a charming girl in this rural place.
Zhao Ling'er came to them, looked at Duan Daxiong and said with a smile, "It will be sowing soon. I will follow Grandpa to weed the fields."
As she spoke, she already felt a scorching gaze staring at her. She couldn't help but turn her head and met Duan Wenjun's gaze.
Seeing this young man staring at her so closely, Zhao Linger's face turned slightly red.
Although I felt that this person was too dissolute and should be scolded, I didn't know why, but I seemed a little reluctant to give up.
All of this was visible to Duan Daxiong.
He looked at Duan Wenjun, then at Zhao Ling'er, and nodded thoughtfully, with a faint smile on his face.
I already have an idea in my mind.
