Farmer’s Blessed Girl

After thinking about it, Man Bao said: "But my father said that farming is the foundation. If my fourth brother and the others want to go out to do business, they must first plant the land at home. The business makes a lot of money, but I always think about it. , If it becomes easy for merchants to make money, wouldn't there be many people who will leave their land to run their businesses? What will happen to the grain then?"

Bai Shan nodded, "This is exactly what worries me, so I still have to find a way to increase the output of grain, but unfortunately the new wheat seed is only a kind of seed, and I have seen the account books of our Zhuangzi over the years, and the grain seed seems to be degrading. ."

Man Bao said: "This is not degradation, but adaptation."

Bai Shan wondered, "Adapt?"

Man Bao nodded and said firmly: "It is adapting to our environment and evolving into a grain that is more suitable for our local growth and inheritance. Didn't you find that there was a big difference between the highest yield and the lowest yield in the previous wheat fields? But these two years Much more stable."

Bai Shan recalled the data, and it was true.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I thought you were only concentrating on studying medicine now, did you also read the account book?"

Man Bao bowed his head a little embarrassedly. She noticed it when checking the accounts during the Chinese New Year, but instead of going back and checking them one by one, she asked Keke directly.

This explanation is also given by Koko.

The highest yield of the new wheat species has come down, but its genetics are more suitable for the local environment. In the east, west, north and south, any place suitable for growing wheat has gradually evolved into a suitable wheat species.

And the yield is much higher than the original wheat seed.

Man Bao said: "Haven't Bai Zhuangtou been staring at people to choose the best wheat seed before coming out? I believe that year after year, the wheat seed in the future will only get better and better."

Bai Shan nodded. Wheat is the main food for people in the north of the Yangtze River, but the output of rice is not as good as that of wheat. Now that new wheat seeds have been distributed to various places, its role will be revealed in the past two years.

If in the past ten acres of land could only support one person, but now maybe only five acres, there would be a lot of extra grain, which would naturally be available for commercial use.

Thinking of this, Bai Shan stopped writing, pulled a piece of white paper to calculate, and Man Bao leaned out of the window and said to him, "But it's not enough to increase the production of one grain of new wheat, at least this kind of increase is not enough. Yes, if you want to benefit business, you have to stabilize the land, and then you have to reduce taxes for farmers, otherwise, under the heavy profits, the land will definitely be abandoned, maybe it will flow around, and it will all go into the hands of the wealthy family."

She said, "You forgot the books we read, how many dynasties were all killed by noble families?"

Bai Shan smiled and said, "It's just a fake historical story, how can it be taken seriously?"

Man Bao looked at him seriously and said, "Then do you think the writing makes sense?"

Bai Shan paused for a while, then began to frown and think.

Man Bao said: "Look, you all think it's reasonable, use it when it is selfish, and call it a pseudo-history script when it's not good for oneself, then we won't talk about those scriptures, just talk about our official history. How did you die?"

The nobles of the aristocratic family were destroyed by the uprising, and the current royal family, the Li family, is the Longxi family, which is an aristocrat.

Man Bao said again: "How did the previous dynasty perish?"

Coincidentally, it was also destroyed by the powerful, and it was the father-in-law who robbed the son-in-law and grandson of the throne.

Man Bao: "How did the dynasty end again and again?"

It was even more chaotic. The subsequent emperors were all puppets of aristocratic families. In the end, the dynasty was wiped out by a group of nobles from aristocratic families.

Man Bao spread his hands and said, "Look, the official history is the same."

She directly concluded his article, "I think your article will definitely pass the test."

Bai Shan raised his eyebrows high and smiled, "That's not necessarily true."

"Then we bet?"

Bai Shan: "Just bet, what do you want to bet on?"

Man Bao thought for a while, but couldn't figure out what she was going to bet on, mainly because she was reluctant to take out something, so she said: "Gambling money is the behavior of bad people, we bet on other things, if you lose, next time Mr. If I lose, how about I also do a homework for you?"

Bai Shan: "...I don't need you to help me with my homework. Forget it, why don't you give me your short knife?"

Man Bao categorically refused: "No."

Bai Shan rolled his eyes and said, "If you lose, then you can accompany me to enjoy the peach blossoms in Xuandu Temple. If you don't bring anyone else, just the two of us."

Man Bao smiled and nodded again and again, "Okay!"

Mr. Zhuang and Xiang Mingxue came back from the outside slowly, and as soon as they entered the yard, they saw two young men talking in one window and the other talking outside the window, with smiles on their faces, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Mr. Zhuang asked aloud, "Why are you lying on the window and talking without entering the house in such a cold day?"

It was the end of February at this time, and although the spring breeze was blowing, it was unfortunate that the past two days had been cold in spring, and it was still very cold.

Man Baocai made a bet that he would write the homework on his behalf. Mr. Zhuang suddenly appeared, which shocked her and made her feel guilty. She stood up and made an excuse: "I just have a few words with him."

After that, he made an excuse and ran away.

Seeing her running into the garden, Mr. Zhuang turned to look at Bai Shan.

Bai Shan in the window blushed slightly, and he also closed his homework and said, "I, I have been at the desk for a long time. I went to the garden to get used to my eyes."

also ran.

Xiang Mingxue saw that they had all run away, so he smiled at Mr. Zhuang: "Young people are really lively."

Mr. Zhuang laughed, "Young Master Xiang is not too old, why does he look like an old man?"

He smiled and said, "You are old enough, and now your legs and feet are fine, you should consider getting a wife, right?"

Xiang Mingxue didn't expect that this matter would involve himself, he paused for a moment and then smiled bitterly: "Sir, I'm just joking, I'm only a commoner now, I'm still a penniless commoner, which girl would be willing to marry me. ?"

There are still a lot. After all, the autobiography of Xiang Mingxue written by Bai Erlang is very popular. Although most of the people who read it are men, there are also many women who follow the book.

What's more, the gentleman in the teahouse bought a book to tell stories in the teahouse.

When Mr. Zhuang went to the teahouse to drink tea, he often heard girls talking about how good a woman could be to marry Xiang Mingxue as his wife.

So Mr. Zhuang felt that it was not difficult for Xiang Mingxue to marry.

Moreover, he didn't think it would be difficult for him to make money. After all, he was able to organize people to assassinate the King of Yizhou in such a difficult situation, and was only caught three times in a row.

But now, the imperial court has returned Dongxi Village to him, as well as some properties that were confiscated by the Xiang family because of the annihilation of the family. It is not difficult for him to make money.

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of person Xiang Gongzi likes. Maybe I can be a matchmaker for you."

Xiang Mingxue: ... If I knew earlier, I wouldn't make fun of Bai Shan and Zhou Man.

So much has happened in just one sentence.

In the evening, Man Bao wrote down the bet with Bai Shan on her notepad so that she would not forget. She felt that as long as the husband and the doctor of Guozi Xue were not fools, they would definitely type his article back.

You must win!

I wish the book friend "Wang Chunting" a happy birthday, every year has today, every year has this day, and good health.

see you at eleven o'clock