It will take at least two or three years for the entire Dayan to achieve potato freedom.
This is the best result for ancient times.
However, the cold snap this spring froze most of the crops in the northern region to death. Now the people of Dayan are still consuming last year's reserved grain, and there will be a big food gap in autumn.
No matter how fast potatoes become popular, this will not help.
So, food reserves are a top priority for a country.
In ancient times when productivity was low, being able to keep most people alive was enough for the emperor in power to scream to the sky. Even if there were grain reserves in various state capitals, they were only in small quantities.
"How are the beans that were planted in early May?"
"They are all mature. The average yield of soybeans in Shenjia Village is just over one hundred pounds per mu."
Cheng Xi heard this Nodding silently, this output is indeed not bad.
Soybeans are inherently low-yielding crops. Even in modern times, a yield of 500 kilograms per mu is considered to be the highest yield. Under normal circumstances, it fluctuates around 400 kilograms. Only in the Northeast can it reach 800 to 1,000 kilograms.
"So this year the people in the north have to live on the two hundred pounds of soybeans in the fields?"
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Su Zhan was silent, his expression not very good.
He was also a victim of the snowstorm. If it had not been for the huge snowstorm that lasted for four or five months, he would not have been alone since then.
He felt the suffering of the people, but he could do nothing.
"Don't be discouraged. I think this sage is still easy to talk to. Maybe he can be exempted from taxes this year?"
Although Cheng Xi's mood is a bit depressed, he still lacks a sense of belonging and experience. After all, she had never been hungry.
"What Madam said is that people have to look forward."
Cheng Xi put the letter away and paused when he turned around, "Do you know anything about Wu'an Hou Mansion?"
“We have been collecting news from the capital. If Madam wants to know, my subordinates can look for it.”
"Send it to me as soon as possible." "Yes."
Su Zhan answered very quickly. Since the last time he went to Wu'an Marquis Mansion to notify someone to save his little Marquis, Realizing this problem, the Shen family will sooner or later be involved with several houses in Beijing.
In this case, it is inevitable to have more information, otherwise I don’t know how I will die in the future.
While he was collecting and summarizing news from major aristocratic families, Cheng Xi looked at the sky and went out all the way towards the Gongyuan of the Ministry of Rites. The closer he got to his destination, the more pedestrians there were on the road, and many people were even ready. The carriage and the doctor are ready.
"Hey, why didn't I think of that?"
But Shen Xingluo didn't seem to need these two things.
Cheng Xi stood at the gate of Gongyuan and waited quietly.
She arrived not too early, and within a few minutes she heard the sound of gongs and officials reporting the time, which meant that the three nine-day trials were all over.
Students began to come out one after another from the entrance to the ceremony department. They were all tortured to a state of disgrace, and some of them were pale enough to be able to stand up. Most of them had expressions as broken as a mournful cough. This word doesn’t seem right. right?
"Tsk, it's really not easy to live on this single-plank bridge."
Of course, there were not a few people who were carried out. Soon the family members outside gathered around them, asking about their well-being and asking about their test results. how.
Not long after, Cheng Xi saw a familiar figure.
Shen Xingluo was still dressed in plain clothes, but he was still the most outstanding one among the crowd, so much so that Cheng Xi locked his target with just one glance.
Happy May Day, family!
There have been few updates these days, and even the stupid author wants to join the national celebration party!
Who knows, the small county town that never sleeps is also surrounded by crowds of people, and the snack street is even more crowded.
In short, if I could describe the situation in these two days in one sentence, it would be:
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone!
No exaggeration at all!
As a small 18th-tier city in Shandong Province next to Zibo, the stupid author also wanted to have a barbecue next door, but finally decided to postpone the date and give the great May Day holiday to foreign tourists.
Two things about Zibo:
1. The barbecue in the stupid author’s memory has always been a three-piece set of small pancakes, green onions and meat skewers. When he went to work in other cities, he used the language he had learned in his life. I described the barbecue in my hometown to my colleagues. After struggling for a long time, they looked confused and didn't understand it at all. Okay, now I know.
2. I mentioned before that the stupid author went to a dumpling restaurant near the school. Three girls planned to order two kilograms of dumplings, but the landlady refused ruthlessly, saying that three taels would be enough for three people. After serving two large plates, Only then did I realize that Sanliang refers to the weight of the dumpling wrapper. That dumpling wrapper is the same as the big fried dumpling in Zibo. It is as thin as paper and is full of fillings. You can eat two of them and do nothing. Stop moving, now someone finally feels this pain!
Finally, happy May Day, I wish everyone good health and all your wishes come true~