Xiao Jiaojiao suffered from morning sickness and had many babies, and was pampered by Qing Leng'

Next to Song Ming and Song Ming, Xie Yuan and Jiang Minghong made themselves familiar in front of Jiang Shangshu and others. They saw his wife picking up a watermelon from the water, got up and walked over.

"I'll do it, don't cut your hand."

As soon as Jiang Mingyue picked up the knife, a man's voice came over.

Jiang Mingyue turned around, looked at the man walking over, and smiled before saying anything.

Jiang Minghong glanced at his sister and brother-in-law standing together, and walked towards Ryan with the bowl in hand.

"Have you eaten?"

Xie Yuan said 'hmm', took the knife from his wife's hand, and asked while cutting the melon, "Can you eat it?"

"not yet!"

Hearing this, Xie Yuan put down the knife, made half a bowl of chowder with less meat and more mushrooms according to his wife's preference, stuffed it into her hand and said, "Eat it quickly!"

"Thank you, sir!" Jiang Mingyue frowned.

Xie Yuan cut the watermelon, left a piece for his wife, and walked over to Song Ming and others with the others.

In the shade, Ryan looked at the young man who suddenly sat next to him. The two looked at each other, and Jiang Minghong smiled at Ryan in an extremely friendly manner.

Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is something wrong?"

Jiang Minghong shook his head gently.

"I just came to see for Third Uncle and Third Aunt what kind of person Sixth Brother-in-law is."

This sentence made Ryan sit up straight.

"Have you received the letter from the second elder?"

Jiang Minghong smiled and said 'hmm'.

"The letter is full of resentment. The third uncle and the third aunt love the sixth sister as their only daughter. They have always wanted to recruit a son-in-law. Now that they have not found a son-in-law, the sixth sister has to marry away to Kyoto. , the two elders both felt a little uncomfortable."

Ryan nodded.

"I understand. When I go to Yuanjiang Mansion to welcome my bride, I will definitely apologize to the two elders in person. If the two elders are willing to move to Kyoto, I will buy a house, land, and servants for them."

…………

After Xie Yuan distributed the watermelon to Song Ming and others, he turned to see his younger brother chatting with Ryan. His eyes flashed slightly, but he did not disturb them. He walked to the old patriarch and sat down, handing him the remaining watermelon.

Farmers eat quickly, and the wheat is still in the fields. If they don't take it back to the warehouse earlier, everyone feels uneasy. When Song Ming and others were eating watermelon, the tribesmen had already brought some mung bean soup and went to the ground again.

After the old patriarch finished eating the watermelon, he looked at Xie Yuan and said, "I have gone to the fields. If anything happens, you can come to the fields to look for me."

"it is good!"

After the old patriarch left, Xie Yuan saw that everyone had finished eating the watermelon. He stood up and said, "Master, fifth young master, please follow me."

Hearing this, Song Ren reached out and helped Song Ming up.

Jiang Mingyue saw her husband and a group of people leaving, and knew that they should go to the drying ground near the ancestral hall. After eating the watermelon in a few mouthfuls, she said something to the grandmothers and went home. Those who ordered grapes and dumplings must also be hungry.

At the drying yard, Xie Yuan pointed to a pile of wheat and said, "This is wheat from one acre of land."

If you want to know the yield per acre, you have to thresh the wheat first. Without saying anything, the few people picked up the wheat and spread it flat on the drying field.

This time, with the help of Ryan's secret guards, they quickly spread all the wheat on the ground, and then used stone rollers to crush the wheat ears.

This is a slow job and needs to be done slowly. Xie Yuan and others did not let Song Ming do it this time. After all, he did not come here to work hard today!

Several people and the secret guards took turns pulling the stone roller, which was not too tiring.

Time passed bit by bit. Shen Shi and Jiang Mingyue opened their eyes in the sound of their son's "Ahhhhh".

Pingguo saw that Jiang Mingyue had woken up and said warmly: "Madam, please sleep a little longer. I will take the young master and the girl out to play for a while."

Jiang Mingyue yawned lazily and asked, "Have you ever come back?"

"No, it's still in the drying yard!"

Jiang Mingyue said 'hmm' and closed her eyes again.

At three o'clock in the morning, at the drying yard, Jiang Shangshu and several people called, and Xie Yuan was responsible for recording.

After a while, Song Ming looked at Jiang Shangshu and asked them: "How many pounds?"

"Two hundred and thirty-one pounds!"

Jiang Shangshu and others all took a breath of cold air, how much? They were afraid that they had just hallucinated.

Song Ming was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Bring it to me and see!"

Xie Yuan handed the book recording the data to Song Ming with both hands.

Song Ming saw the numbers above, touched the wheat that had fallen off the ears, and then touched the pile of wheat next to it. He was very happy.

Xie Yuan has known the Holy Master for so long, and this is the first time he knows that he has such a gentle side.

Jiang Shangshu and others gathered around Maizi and laughed.

This was the first time in history that they knew that wheat had such a high yield. The yield of 231 kilograms made several people go crazy with joy.

Seeing that they might not be able to calm down for a while, Xie Yuan turned to Jiang Minghong and said a few words.

Jiang Minghong nodded and left quickly.

When he came back with the teapot, Song Ming and others had already sat down, looking calmer than before.

Xie Yuan first poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to Song Ming, followed by Song Ren. As for the tea for the others, he gave it to his younger brother.

Jiang Shangshu took two sips of tea, exhaled slowly, and finally calmed down completely.

"Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty. With the farmyard manure, our country in Chu will no longer have to worry about food in the future."

After several people congratulated, the Minister of War opened his mouth.

"Your Majesty, the top priority now is that we should promote farmyard manure as quickly as possible. We will start farming again after the summer harvest."

Song Ming stood up after hearing this.

"My dear, what you said makes sense, come back to the palace!"

Xie Yuan had three days of vacation. This time he did not leave with Song Ming and others. He sent them to the entrance of the village and turned around.

In the house, Jiang Mingyue was awakened by her son's cheerful cry of "Ahhhhhh". When she walked out of the bedroom, she saw Xie Yuan throwing the colored ball out under the shade of a tree. Tuanzi lay on the blanket and turned over several times to catch the colored ball.

Xie Yuan heard his wife's footsteps and turned to look at her.

"But did it disturb you?"

Jiang Mingyue shook her head gently. She walked to her husband and sat down. She leaned into his arms lazily and asked, "Sir, are they gone?"

Xie Yuan gently stroked his wife's soft hair and said "Hmm".

"How much is the yield per acre?"

"Two hundred and thirty-one pounds."

"Oh!" Jiang Mingyue accepted it calmly.

She is used to seeing a yield of one thousand kilograms per mu, but now it is only two hundred and thirty-one kilograms. To her, this yield is really low, but Jiang Mingyue also knows that it is considered a high yield in this era.

His wife's attitude was not really happy. Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think it's missing?"

"Quite a few, but when I was a child, I once heard a Buddhist monk say that there are several crops that can yield five to six hundred catties per mu."

"What crop?" Xie Yuan immediately paid attention.

“Potatoes, pumpkins, corn, sweet potatoes.”

Xie Yuan didn't know any of these four things, and he had never heard of them.

"Do you know what they look like?"

"Know!"

Jiang Mingyue picked up a branch and started drawing on the ground.