Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

After hearing this, Jiang Xue smiled happily and said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng. However, regarding this grain, I plan to try planting it in the surrounding villages in the second season to see how it works. After all, the soil and climate in each place are different, and I need to investigate it myself before deciding whether it is suitable for promotion."

Feng Qingyu agreed. He knew that planting should be done according to local conditions and not generalized. He said, "Miss Jiang, you have considered everything. I will fully support you. If you need anything, please tell me at any time."

"Season 2?" Feng Qingyu looked at Jiang Xue in front of him in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Jiang Xue smiled and nodded, and replied: "Yes, after harvesting this season, we will prepare to turn the soil and then start planting a new season."

"How many seasons can this rice be grown?" Feng Qingyu's expression became anxious. He was obviously shocked by this information.

"Three seasons." Jiang Xue gave the answer with a smile, her voice full of confidence.

Feng Qingyu looked at Hong Chang beside him, and was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. He hurriedly asked: "Hong Chang, which season is Miss Jiang talking about?"

Hong Chang also had an expression of disbelief on her face at this time. She replied, "Master, Miss Jiang is talking about three seasons."

The two stood by the rice field, looking at the golden ocean, their hearts filled with hope and expectation for the future.

Feng Qingyu couldn't imagine that in this land, rice could be harvested three times a year. It was simply a miracle.

He took a deep breath, feeling the fragrance of rice in the air, as if he had already seen the scene of a future harvest.

Jiang Xue looked at Feng Qingyu's shocked expression and explained with a smile: "This kind of rice can be harvested three times a year through special planting methods and management. We just need to arrange our time reasonably and take good care of it to ensure a good harvest every season."

After hearing this, Feng Qingyu felt a sense of admiration for Jiang Xue.

"Three seasons, you can really plant three seasons!" Feng Qingyu murmured to himself, seeming to be still shocked by the news.

At this time, not far away, the villagers of Jiangjia Village were busy preparing to harvest rice. They heard the conversation between Feng Qingyu and Jiang Xue, stopped what they were doing, and gathered around curiously.

An older villager, Yan Bo, was the first to speak: "Hey, Chief, are you serious? Can rice really be harvested three times a year?"

His face was full of surprise and anticipation, and his voice revealed his high level of trust in Jiang Xue.

They had only heard of this possibility in the past, but this time when it came from the mouth of Jiang Xue, the young and promising clan leader, everyone found it particularly credible.

Jiang Xue smiled and nodded to confirm: "Yes, Mr. Yan, this is a planting method that we have carefully researched and improved. As long as it is managed properly, three harvests a year will not be a problem."

When the villagers heard the news, they were immediately excited. They gathered around and talked about this exciting news.

"Really? Then aren't we going to get rich?" a young villager shouted excitedly.

"Yes, in this way, our lives will be more prosperous!" another villager echoed.

The villagers were talking about it, with pleasant surprise on their faces. At this time, Feng Qingyu stepped forward and said to the villagers: "Everyone, I am very interested in Miss Jiang's rice. If possible, I would like to buy some and take it back."

Uncle Li looked at Feng Qingyu in confusion: "Mr. Feng, you are from the city. How can the rice in our countryside be pleasing to you?"

Feng Qingyu waved his hand and said sincerely: "Uncle Li, please don't misunderstand me. I don't look down on the rice in the countryside. On the contrary, I think the rice here is of superior quality, and there is a magical planting technology of three harvests a year. I want to bring it back so that more people can understand and taste it."

When the villagers heard Feng Qingyu say this, they all expressed their agreement and support. A young villager, Jiang Zhang, said, "Mr. Feng, since you have such a good eye, we will sell you some! You are the first foreign buyer in our village!"

Feng Qingyu was very happy after hearing this. He expressed his gratitude to the villagers and asked about the specific matters of purchasing rice.

"It's getting late, Mr. Feng, please come home with me for dinner!" Jiang Xue invited with a sincere smile on her face.

Feng Qingyu thought about it for a moment, then readily agreed: "Miss Jiang invited me so kindly, how can I refuse? Let's go back together."

The two walked side by side. Along the way, Feng Qingyu asked about Dao Gu from time to time, and Jiang Xue patiently answered his questions one by one.

Soon, they returned to Jiang Xue's home. Jiang Chen had already prepared a sumptuous dinner at home. Seeing the two of them coming back, she greeted them warmly: "Mr. Feng, please come in, the food is ready."

Feng Qingyu nodded to Jiang Chenshi, and then walked into the house with Jiang Xue. The dining table was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes, the aroma was overflowing, and it made people salivate.

"It's getting late, Mr. Feng, please come home with me for dinner!" Jiang Xue invited with a sincere smile on her face.

Feng Qingyu thought about it for a moment, then readily agreed: "Miss Jiang invited me so kindly, how can I refuse? Let's go back together."

The two walked side by side and set off on the road home in the afterglow of the setting sun. Along the way, Feng Qingyu asked about the details of rice planting from time to time, and Jiang Xue patiently answered them one by one. The conversation between the two was full of expectations for the future and joy for the harvest.

Not long after, the group arrived at Jiang Xue's house. At this time, Mr. Jiang was sitting in the living room. When he saw Feng Qingyu coming in, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Mr. Feng suddenly visited my humble abode today. I wonder what you are doing?"

Feng Qingyu responded humbly, "Hello, Mr. Jiang. I came here specifically to purchase a batch of rice. I had a very pleasant conversation with Miss Jiang today. I am very satisfied with the quality of the rice produced in your village, so I came to visit you specially and hope to discuss the specific purchase details with you further."

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang was overjoyed, his face revealing an expression of joy that was difficult to conceal.

He has been worried during this period of time.

Although the village had a bumper rice harvest this year, he was still troubled by how to sell the grain.

After all, each household has limited demand, and the sales channels available on the market are very limited. Looking at the mountains of rice, how to deal with them has become a problem that gives him a headache.

"Mr. Feng, you are really like timely rain!" Old Master Jiang couldn't help but sigh, "The rice in our village is definitely the best of the best. Now that you are willing to come and purchase it, it really solves our urgent need!"

Jiang Xue smiled and said to Old Man Jiang in a relaxed manner, "What's the matter, Grandpa? Are you still worried that the rice can't be sold?"