The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

"Master, this is also my first time planting. How do I know so much? Don't we have to wait until after the harvest!" Song Fubao smiled cautiously, pretending to be honest.

This person is not simple at first glance. The noble sons in the city come to his carrot fields in the middle of the night to ask such questions. He is either a very good person or a very evil person!

She can't see through it, and she doesn't want to gamble.

The boy in white turned his head, frowning tightly, showing displeasure. This girl was clearly lying, and every time she rolled her eyes, she was telling him the truth.

But what she said also made sense.

He is not a bully who buys and sells or likes to force others, and he will not blame her. He came to scare others suddenly. It's just that he has traveled all over the years to find crops with a yield that can feed the people.

It took a lot of mental effort and material resources, but in the end it was nothing.

Until the appearance of Song Fubao, everything began to change.

Song Fubao was also taken aback by the look in his eyes, brainstorming about ways to escape, the boy in white pretended to be fierce, and his voice was cold.

"Don't you really know? As far as I know, your old Song family has been farming for generations and has a high level of insight into crop cultivation. If you speculate based on past experience?"

"I won't do you any harm. I'm just curious about your white radish because of the suffering of the people. In this case, I hope you will work hard. If you can do something beneficial to Da'an, the benefits will definitely not be less for you!"

He changed to a more tactful way, and even made a promise. Song Fubao chuckled. If you ask such a question, you can talk casually, let's just say something conservative.

Of course, she didn't do it for this pie, but to save her life.

"Well, at present we don't know how big this white radish can grow, so it's not easy to speculate. We can only say that if each white radish can grow as big as three or four fists of mine, the yield per mu should be around fifteen dendrobium."

One dendrobium is equal to one stone, one stone is equal to ten buckets, and one bucket is equal to 120 catties. The yield per mu should actually be between 4000 catties and [-] catties. It is not too much for her to report [-] catties.

Fifteen dendrobium! ! !

The white-clothed boy stood still on the surface, but in fact he couldn't hide his shock. The yield of wheat per mu was only a few hundred catties, and the better ones were only eleven or twelve dendrobiums. The yield of taro top-grade land was only this.

But most people in Da'an own middle-grade and low-grade farmland, or even wasteland, so they can't get enough to eat all year round.

"I see that your white radish looks a lot like ordinary green vegetables, but ordinary vegetables can be grown for several seasons a year. Do you think this white radish is possible?"

The boy in white asked again, Song Fubao's heart ached.

At first glance, this person looks like a nobleman with ten fingers who do not touch the spring water, and he is a man, but he can still see this. Could it be that he really studies food?

"It should be possible. Anyway, I just try to grow them. No, I am satisfied with so much. After all, there is not much food left after the autumn harvest every year. With white radish, there is no need to go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables, and you can still have white radish." Eating radish mixed with other grains will make it much better throughout the year."

Song Fubao didn't say anything for sure, but he said it with certainty and sincerity, and he couldn't fault it.

The young man in white was helpless, and he had a general understanding. He nodded, and when the cold wind blew, he remembered his cut trouser leg... Immediately, he turned back to Song Fubao's scrutinizing eyes, "Close your eyes!"

Song Fubao shook his head violently, she didn't dare, in case she was fucked.

"Sister, sister, where are you?"

"Fubao, where have you been, I'm Grandma!"

Hearing the call from afar, Song Fubao felt more at ease, and the young man suddenly became more embarrassed, "Close your eyes, I can go, you forget that you scratched with an iron fork..."

Gan!

Song Fubao understood in seconds, how could she forget this, how could Mr. Pian Pian, his noble son, walk away from her with bare legs and perform light kung fu, as long as she raises her head... Hey, it's insulting!

Immediately, he obediently closed his eyes, and responded loudly to his family members, "I'm here, in the carrot field!"

Opening his eyes again, he saw that there was no one around, and he really left.

The next second, Grandma Song held the torch, followed by her two elder brothers to the field ridge above, "Song Fubao, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you running around?"

Grandma Song was so angry that she scared the whole family to death.

I thought someone in the village was stealing a child.

"Grandma, I saw a figure walking towards our property, so I followed it to have a look. It turned out to be a wild cat, nothing happened. Hehe, why are you all awake?"

Song Fubao had no choice but to act like a spoiled child.

It stands to reason that everyone is in a single room now, so it is unlikely to find that she is missing.

Song Youyin sighed softly, "Oh, of course there are guests at home, the master and his mother were kicked out by his aunt's family, and now, the master has no choice but to bring his mother over to live in his dormitory in advance inside."

"That's right, the master also said that Shuxiu can be left behind, and he will formally stop Xiu after he settles his mother elsewhere, because we originally said that it was a room for him, and we persuaded him for a long time. Accept, but Shu Xiu, it’s halved.”