The Female Assistant of Wei Yuyan Shuangfei

After drinking the tea, Fang Ya began to talk with Mu Lao. As for Emperor Song Zhen and Zhao Qian, they returned to the fields again to check on the growth of rice.

The conversation between the two people was extremely clear in this empty valley. The father and son in the field could hear it clearly without having to listen carefully.

"Mr. Mu! Although my husband and I have little money at home and don't think about farming, we know a thing or two about rice."

Fang Ya pointed to the fertile fields in the valley and said, "But now this is rice..."

"Hahaha!~"

Mu Lao Bujing stroked his beard and laughed, "Please don't disturb me, my dear. This is just an experimental field that I have set up. I have determined the maximum profit based on the rice planting time and climate."

"I see."

Fang Ya nodded, and suddenly changed the subject: "I wonder if Mr. Mu can calculate the maximum output?"

"The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is pleasant, and the yield is 30% higher than the usual rice output." Mu Lao stretched out three fingers and said with regret.

Emperor Song Zhen was also attracted by the conversation between the two. Seeing Mu Lao's expression, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Mu Lao! It's already 30% higher than the usual rice. I..."

As soon as Emperor Song Zhen finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake, and immediately paused and said, "How can you look so sad when you are so high up?"

"Hey!~"

Mu Lao sighed, and his thoughts gradually went back to twelve years ago, when he and a wise boy were discussing grains by the field.

"Grandpa! Have you ever wondered why the rice here grows better than the ones up there?"

"Oh!~"

Mu Lao looked at the rice in surprise. It was indeed relatively weak. He asked in confusion, "Little kid, do you know this too?"

"I understand a little bit."

"Then tell me what happened?" Mu Lao asked kindly.

"Grandpa! Since rice also forms ears through pollination, will it be affected by pollen from other rice species?"

"Well! Is this possible?" Mu Lao agreed.

"If, I mean if. If there is better pollen, can we grow more rice and the rice ears grow better?"

"Hi!~"

Mu Lao couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and looked up and down at the wise boy in front of him, and said with suspicion: "What you said is possible. Do you have any other ideas?"

"There's more. Do you want to hear it, Grandpa?"

Mu Lao originally thought that the child was just talking nonsense, so he started chatting with the kid. However, after this conversation, the door to Mu Lao's new century was instantly opened.

After the story, Mu Lao smiled bitterly and said, "After I talked with that kid, after two years of cultivation, although the rice has improved, the weather in Xunyang is not suitable. She used her connections to move the old man's registered residence to Jiangnan, and chose this place for research."

"You mean you listened to a little girl and then..." Zhao Qian was so shocked that he couldn't express his surprise.

Fang Ya sighed helplessly and asked softly, "Mr. Mu! How old was that kid back then? Do you know him?"

"She was probably only two or three years old at the time. Judging from her clothes, she must be from a wealthy family. How could ordinary people like us know her?" Mu Lao said with a calm smile.

"That's such a pity. I still want to make some friends, but now I'm afraid I don't have the chance." Fang Ya said with a little regret.

Hearing this, Mu Lao smiled calmly and said, "Madam, if you want to make friends with me, you can leave your address. The girl said that she would meet me when I can grow rice seeds that satisfy her."

"Really?" Emperor Song Zhen asked hurriedly.

"Indeed. According to her present age, the little girl should be about the same size as the lady's maid."

When the maid beside Fang Ya heard this, her face turned slightly red. She bowed to Mu Lao and took half a step back.

"Mr. Mu! You just said that you planted the rice seeds that satisfied her. Doesn't that mean that 30% of these rice seeds are not the highest?" Emperor Song Zhen asked in shock.

"Thirty percent?"

Mu Lao smiled and waved his hand, saying loudly: "According to what the girl said, 70% is her expectation."

Zhao Qian's heart was filled with excitement when he heard this. He pointed to the test field next to him and said, "Could it be that these..."

"Young Master is wise. Last year's harvest was already 50% and this batch is at least 70%."

Emperor Song Zhen had already made up his mind at this moment, he must bring this man into the court. With his actions, it would not be an exaggeration to appoint him as the Minister of Agriculture.

"Old sir, are you willing to serve as an official in the court? I have some ideas. Old sir..."

Before Emperor Song Zhen finished speaking, Mu Lao raised his hand to stop him and said, "Half of my body is already buried in the ground. I have no intention of being an official. I just want to guard this land for the rest of my life and see if the other things that girl said can be realized."

"Is there anything else?" Emperor Song Zhen asked repeatedly as if he had discovered a treasure.

"Yes!~"

Mu Lao pointed to a straw-covered area not far away and said in a deep voice: "That girl said that mushrooms can be grown. I have been experimenting for more than two years before I have seen initial results. And that..."

What about pumpkin grafted onto winter melon? What about cucumber grafted onto pumpkin? What about tomato grafted onto pumpkin? There were so many crops that the three people were shocked and speechless for a long time.

After talking for a while, Fang Ya's stomach growled loudly, and everyone's thoughts instantly came back to life.

Fang Ya said somewhat awkwardly: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Mu."

"It's alright, I'm sorry for taking up your time."

As Mu Lao was speaking, he seemed to have thought of something. His expression suddenly changed and he said with a smile, "You are in for a treat. I have something delicious here. You can try it."

Mu Lao stood up and staggered back to the house. After receiving Fang Ya's signal, the maid followed him in.

Soon! The two of them each held a large bowl. The strange-shaped things in the bowl instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Because this thing was exactly the smell they had smelled in the distance before.

"This is..." Emperor Song Zhen said with a suspicious look on his face.

"This thing is called sweet potato. The girl had someone send it to me before, asking me to study whether it can be grafted."

As Mu Lao spoke, he didn't care about the expressions of the others. He took a sweet potato and slowly peeled off the skin, saying, "This is how you eat it. It tastes sweet and sticky. You guys should try it."

The three of them took one each with surprised looks, peeled off the skin according to Mu Lao's method, and took a light bite hesitantly.

After just one bite, the three people's eyes lit up in surprise.

Seeing this, Mu Lao couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "It tastes great! I was skeptical before, but once I started eating this, I couldn't stop."

While Mu Lao was talking, Zhao Qian had already eaten the third one. Besides being hungry, this thing really tasted special.

Seeing Zhao Qian was about to take it again, Mu Lao reminded him repeatedly: "Young Master! This thing makes you feel full. If you eat too much, you will get bloated easily. Be careful."

"Hahaha!~"

Zhao Qian smiled awkwardly and took another one, waving his hand and saying, "The last one, the last one."

With just one sentence, everyone present burst into laughter.