Make a fortune by farming: The sweetheart of the first assistant family

The historian glanced at the master who was holding the imperial edict, and let out a soft hum from his nose that no one could hear except the master.

The master gave the historian a big eye roll in return. Two old men of similar age stared at each other, as if they were silently competing to see whose eyes were wider!

Huo Yunchao noticed this detail and couldn't help but look at the historian a few more times. The historian had an upright face and did not deliberately put on official airs, but his gestures showed a free and easy demeanor, which was somewhat similar to the master.

After reading out the imperial edict, the messenger smiled and asked: "Huo Shulang, can so many of us dig it all in one day?"

The messenger doesn't know how to farm. Before he came here, he studied a lot of knowledge about farming and only learned a little bit about it.

But the envoy knows one thing very well. As long as the sweet potatoes carefully planted by Huo Yunchao can achieve a yield of twenty stones per mu, then the name [Huo Yunchao] will definitely be included in the relevant historical records of sweet potatoes as a new grain!

And this is undoubtedly a supreme honor!

Huo Yunchao will be remembered by the world!

go down in history!

This is a long-term impact.

The recent influence lies in the second imperial edict that has not yet been read out by the Lord Messenger.

Huo Yunchao didn't have a deep understanding of this. He only wanted to finish the work at hand as soon as possible and return home early to accompany his wife and children.

Huo Yunchao replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "My lord, please rest assured that the harvesting of sweet potatoes is easy. It can be harvested and weighed in not one day, but half a day."

The envoy was very satisfied with Huo Yunchao's reaction and smiled more genuinely at him: "Very good, very good!"

"Lord Messenger, everything is ready, all we need is the east wind. Please order the digging of sweet potatoes!"

The messenger is great

He didn't expect Huo Yunchao to give him such face. His cheeks turned red with excitement and he gave the order: "Excavate!"

Huo Yunrong and others who had been prepared all said "yes" one after another. Fifty young and middle-aged men first cut the sweet potato vines at the root with sickles sharpened in advance and put them into the bamboo basket at their feet.

Seeing this, the messenger asked again: "Dalang, why do you need to harvest the sweet potato vines? Can these sweet potato vines still survive?"

The historian pricked up his ears and listened.

Huo Yunchao glanced at the historian and answered in detail: "Returning to the envoy, sweet potatoes are very easy to grow. If you plant them in any piece of wasteland, they will take root and sprout."

The messenger was very excited: "Dalang, sweet potatoes are as easy to grow as you said, so can you just find a flower pot and plant them so that they can survive even if the carriage is bumpy along the way?"

Huo Yunchao thought for a while and said, "Back to the envoy, yes, sweet potatoes are very easy to feed. As long as you give it enough fertilizer, water and sunlight, it can accompany the envoy back to the capital."

The messenger was overjoyed, patted Huo Yunchao on the shoulder and said, "Dalang, you must help pick a sweet potato plant that is easy to feed."

Huo Yunchao added: "My Lord Messenger, sweet potatoes can not only be grown with sweet potato vines, but can also be planted with sweet potato cubs buried in the soil."

The messenger made another request: "Oh? Then bring two pots! You won't have to worry about having anything to do on the way back."

The historian first asked: "The yield of sweet potatoes is so high. Logically speaking, it should require a lot of fertilizer. How can we just plant it like this? Is the fertility of this sweet potato field enough?"

Huo Yunchao answered calmly: "Back to the historian, we applied enough fertilizer to the sweet potato fields five days before harvesting. After the excavation and weighing is completed, we will replant the sweet potato fields."

The purpose of plowing the soil again, turning up the bottom soil and exposing it to the sun for a day or two is to kill the pests hiding in the soil, and then transplanting the sweet potato vines can effectively prevent pests and diseases. "

The Historian doesn't know how to farm, but like the Envoy, he has crammed in relevant knowledge, "Da Lang, say it again, speaking slower. I want to write down this method and submit it to Your Majesty."

Just like this, you and I answer questions. Huo Yunchao originally planned to dig sweet potatoes, but it was not his turn. Huo Yunrong and the other 50 people were quick and quick in digging sweet potatoes. Occasionally, the injured sweet potatoes would still be picked. Picked out specifically and placed on the ground rather than put in baskets.

The historian asked again: "Dalang, why don't you put these sweet potatoes into the basket?"

Huo Yunchao bent down and picked up a sweet potato that had been cut off at the waist, and explained to the historian: "Back to the historian, these sweet potatoes are cut and cannot be stored for a long time. Either they are taken home and cooked for consumption. Or they are injured. The sweet potatoes are planted directly into the ground, and then the vines are cut and planted after they bloom."

The historian wrote down these sentences again. As first-hand information, he must write down everything Huo Yunchao said and did in detail. When compiling history books in the future, the editor will make deletions as necessary.

There is strength in numbers, and after two hours, all the sweet potatoes in the field were dug out.

Under the auspices of County Magistrate Chen, the weighing of sweet potatoes is proceeding in an orderly manner with the joint operation of masters and agricultural officers.

The agricultural officer is responsible for recording, the master is responsible for weighing, and County Magistrate Chen is mainly responsible for holding the farm.

Huo Yunchao was responsible for accompanying the envoys and historians and answering questions.

One parent's official role was to be the supervisor, and the government servants and peasants were responsible for the work.

The households were busy waving the farm tools in their hands, working together to dig out more than ten acres of sweet potatoes, picking, carrying or carrying them, and gathered in the open space in front of County Magistrate Chen's seat.

In order to weigh more conveniently and quickly, County Magistrate Chen specially found a scale large enough to weigh two stones at a time, and the eight strongest men weighed the weight together, shouting slogans one, two, three, one, two, three.

Magistrate Chen specifically asked Huo Yunchao yesterday for confirmation. Huo Yunchao patted his chest and assured that the yield of sweet potatoes per mu could reach 20 dan. He looked at the sweet potatoes piled into a hill and then looked at the high-upturned name. He smiled so hard that he could not see his teeth. Eye.

"Master, do the math quickly, does the yield per mu reach twenty stones?"

The master turned around, his head covered with sweat. He wiped the sweat while talking: "Sir, we have only weighed 70%. The remaining 30% will be calculated together after the weighing is completed. It will be completed in less than a quarter of an hour."

Just as the master and others were busy with smoke coming from their mouths, the ladies from Pingle Village teamed up and pushed wheelbarrows to the sweet potato fields. They specially cooked mung bean soup and herbal tea for the old and young men who were digging sweet potatoes in full swing.

As for the mung bean soup and herbal tea for the five adults, Xu Ning personally supervised the work and Qiu Yun cooked it. The mung bean soup and herbal tea all had some caramel in them, making them taste sweet.

Huo Yunchao noticed that his stepmother was waving to him and apologized to the two adults. After a while, he came over with an exquisite bamboo basket: "Mr. Messenger, Mr. Historian, let's go over there and drink some mung bean soup and herbal tea with the county magistrate. Quench your thirst?"

The envoys and historians had no objection. They were already delicate and noble people. After following Huo Yunchao for so long, they were already exhausted physically and mentally. It was just that they were in Xinxing.

Under the surprise of the bumper harvest, I temporarily forgot about my physical fatigue.

Huo Yunrong and others retreated to one side to drink mung bean soup and herbal tea. The yamen servant also made one pile, and the farmer responsible for growing sweet potatoes also made another pile. They were divided into four piles in total, with distinct distinctions.