When Zhao Ling'er stared at Duan Wenjun, her grandfather Zhao Yingguang also walked over.
Zhao Yingguang, who is in his sixties this year, is an old tenant farmer of the Duan family and has been farming in Duanjiabao for more than ten years.
A flood thirteen years ago destroyed Zhaojiazhuang, Linxian County, Zhao Yingguang's village, and even took the lives of his son and daughter-in-law.
If Duan Daxiong hadn't happened to pass by and rescued him and the two-year-old Zhao Ling'er, he wouldn't be where he is today.
Duan Daxiong was kind to him and rented several acres of land to him. Although his life was not rich, it was enough to support Zhao Ling'er.
However, when Duan Daxiong introduced Duan Wenjun to his grandfather and grandson, both of them were stunned.
This is the young master’s family?
Their eyes were full of surprise.
This was the first time they saw the young master's house in so many years.
Especially, when Duan Wenjun asked to go to the fields to take a look, their eyes were even more horrified.
They had also heard about the Dandy Young Master of the Duan family.
The young master's family has not been to Duanjiabao for so many years. Why are they still interested in things in the fields today?
Not only Zhao Yingguang and Zhao Ling'er were surprised, Duan Daxiong was also very surprised.
However, he just smiled lightly and asked Zhao Ling'er to take Duan Wenjun to the fields.
Although, he felt that they were landowners, and there was no need to see things like this in person, as these farmers were enough.
But if his son is interested, he will naturally not stop him.
What's more, he has other thoughts.
Duan Daxiong took Zhao Yingguang to chat, and Zhao Linger walked around with Duan Wenjun.
The first place Zhao Ling'er took Duan Wenjun to was his two acres of farmland nearby.
Naturally, Duan Xiaoxing and Cuiping also followed.
Also following at the same time was guard Jia Ping.
Duan Daxiong had ordered that he must follow Duan Wenjun closely during this trip to protect his safety.
Zhao Ling'er's grandfather, Zhao Yingguang, was a good farmer.
Zhao Ling'er has been following her grandfather to the fields since she was a child, and she knows this land very well.
She walked with Duan Wenjun on the muddy field ridge with her bare feet, constantly answering Duan Wenjun's various questions.
This is the first time I have come into contact with the young master's family, and it seems to be completely different from the rumors outside.
Of course, apart from staring at him at first, his eyes seemed a little frivolous.
However, at this moment, the young master sometimes asked a few questions and sometimes stopped to think. He was no longer as frivolous as before, but more stable.
In particular, the deep look in his eyes every time he stopped and looked at the fields in the distance looked somewhat similar to his grandfather...
How could this be the look in the eyes of a teenage boy?
Maybe, more like an old farmer?
Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but burst into laughter when she thought that she actually compared the young master's family with her grandfather.
How could the young Dongjia, who was like a golden branch and a jade leaf, act like an old farmer?
"Ling'er, you just said that the yield of the fields in the south is less than one stone per mu?" Duan Wenjun didn't notice Zhao Ling'er's strangeness, and looked at several farmers working in the distance and said.
Zhao Linger nodded, "Behind the fields in the south is a barren slope, and the land is very barren. If it rains too much, the soil on the barren slopes will easily wash away the fields; if it rains too little, the fields will dry up in half a month at most. The river is far away, so it’s the hardest to take care of.”
Duan Wenjun nodded thoughtfully and said no more.
Duan Daxiong just told him about the overall situation of Duanjiabao's field property, but Zhao Ling'er introduced him to many details.
The areas of the fields are different, the soil quality is different, and the degree of fertility and barrenness is also different, so the harvest of the fields is also uneven.
The fields to the north and west are close to the water, and the land is the most fertile. They are also close to the river and are easy to irrigate. The yield will be much higher. As long as they are diligently managed, they can produce three stones per mu, and in some places, they can produce three and a half stones. out.
The east side is close to Mount Laoshan, and the land is not too fertile. However, two small streams on Mount Laoshan flow through here, so watering is quite convenient, so the harvest is not bad, usually about two stones.
The lowest yield is in the south, farthest from the water source, and the land is the most barren. Even with intensive farming like Zhao Yingguang, the harvest is less than one stone.
Duan Wenjun believed what Zhao Linger said.
Because Duan Daxiong said when he introduced Zhao Yingguang to him, he was one of the farmers who knew the Duanjiabao field best.
"After working hard for a year, the income from this acre of land is less than one stone, why are we still cultivating it?" Duan Wenjun looked at Zhao Ling'er and frowned, "Wouldn't it be better to do other things?"
Zhao Ling'er looked at him and was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
The Shaodong family is still the Shaodong family after all.
When clothes come to open your hands, when food comes to open your mouth, you don’t understand the life of a farmer at all.
Just like their family, even if the yield of one acre of land in the south is less than one stone, two acres of land can yield more than one stone.
Apart from the rent, their family can still keep more than forty pounds.
These more than 40 kilograms of grain, plus some wild vegetables, were enough for their grandfather and grandson for nearly half a year.
Moreover, most of the farmers nearby live such a life.
Just as Zhao Ling'er finished explaining, Duan Wenjun asked again, "How much can these more than 40 kilograms of grain be sold for?"
Zhao Ling'er's face suddenly showed a troubled expression.
The fields in the south grow whole grains such as millet, rice, and adzuki beans, and my grandfather always keeps the food for his own family.
Only the grain from the other few acres of land would be taken out and sold by grandpa in exchange for some daily necessities or coarse grains.
She really couldn't answer Duan Wenjun's question.
"At the price of grain in Wangjiang, grain is twelve cents per catty. In the fields south of Duanjiabao, they grow millet, rice and other miscellaneous grains, which cost about seven cents." The speaker was Jia Ping, who was following them.
Back then, Qiuyun had visited this field to reduce the rent for Duanjiabao, and Jia Ping was ordered to follow her to protect her.
Therefore, he also knew something about this field.
"Seven cents?" Duan Wenjun frowned. "Doesn't that mean that even including rent, after working hard for a year, the income from one acre of land is less than 700 cents?"
At this time, Duan Daxiong's voice sounded from a distance, "Wenjun, we should hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to reach the fort after dark."
Duan Wenjun waved in the direction of the motorcade and led everyone back to the team.
He knew that the yield of these fields was too low and was restricted by many factors, and he was in no hurry to make any changes.
The team started off again, and Duan Daxiong pulled Duan Wenjun back into the carriage.
Zhao Yingguang took Zhao Ling'er and stood on the roadside, watching them leave.
But Duan Wenjun clearly noticed that Zhao Yingguang's face seemed to have a deep sadness.
"Wenjun, what do you think of Ling'er?" Suddenly, Duan Daxiong spoke.
Duan Wenjun was stunned and before he could answer, Duan Daxiong spoke again, "That girl will be old enough next month. When you recover from your injury, you can take her in someday. I just agreed with Old Man Zhao." "
Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this, and Duan Daxiong's voice rang out again, "This is your mother's last wish. When we rescued their grandson and came back, your mother said that Zhao Ling'er is not an ordinary person. When you grow up, Take her as your concubine.”
Duan Wenjun was stunned again.
When his mother Qiu Yun died of illness, it was not long after Duan Daxiong rescued Zhao Yingguang and Zhao Ling'er's grandson.
However, how could Qiu Yun know that Zhao Ling'er was not an ordinary person and still allow him to take her as his concubine?
Could it be that there is any secret about Zhao Linger?
