At noon, a dark cloud rolled in the sky, and the drizzling cold rain fell as soon as possible.

The rain hits the banana leaves outside the window, and the charcoal pots in the house are full of red seedlings, but the spring is full of spring.

The old patriarch, Zhang Mu and Qiaoer sat around a table to have dinner.

Zhang Mu looked up at the four dishes of vegetables and fruits on the table, and then put four dishes of fresh dishes: red Deng Deng’s duck eggs, bendy king melon and golden shrimp, fragrant fried roasted bones, bald fat and dried chicken.

The second course: three hot green green rice rice, a bowl of steamed roast duck, a bowl of crystal shank, a bowl of white fried pork, a bowl of cannon fried waist. Behind the blue and white disk inside and outside, a plate of steamed red willow stewed roe, a bowl of fragrant and delicious, melted in the mouth, and the bone spurs are fragrant

These ingredients are produced in the house's farm, so there is no need to say much about freshness. There are no fertilizers. Although there are fewer modern condiments, they still make people's index fingers excited.

Zhang Mu got up a little late, so he was not too hungry. The old patriarch just tasted a few chopsticks and ate half a bowl of rice. Maybe he was old and didn't like meat and fish, and his stomach couldn't do it anymore.

Of course, Qiaoer was the one who chewed duck meat in his mouth, chopsticks were also holding ribs on his chopsticks, and his eyes were looking at the crucian carp soup in the middle of the dining table. His eyes were curved, and he was as happy as a crescent moon.

The old patriarch looked at Qiao'er's mouth full of greasiness and couldn't help but smile. The Zhang family was full of strength. This is true. It's just a pity that they are all kids. As the saying goes, rare things are expensive. Seeing how a cute girl, the old patriarch really liked her, he ordered: "Give Qiao's soup."

Song Wen stood beside him and hurriedly served.

"Wang Zhuangtou is here to pay his respects." At this time, Zhang Wenguang reported outside the door.

"Let him come in." The old patriarch reached out and someone handed over the basin of water, cleaned his hands and rinsed his mouth.

"To the patriarch, the young master is here." At this time, Wang Zhuang bowed his waist and bowed, and then asked, "There are no fine things in the mansion. These are all fresh ones. The patriarch, the young master eats delicious?"

"Fortunately, Lao Wang, today I will bring Brother Mu. I will let him see his own farm and know that this food is hard to come by. Secondly, I will let you meet your new master. You are considered an old man in the mansion. You have served my cousin for several years, and Ran'er and his wife for many years. Now that I have arrived at Muzhi, I want you to watch this ancestral property well."

Speaking of this, the old patriarch turned around and said, "Mu Zhi, why don't you bow to Wang Zhuangtou? He is not as good as you when studying and studying, but you will have to ask Wang Zhuangtou more in the future."

Zhang Mu hurriedly got up, walked to Wang Zhuangtou, bowed respectfully and said, "We will rely more on Wang Zhuangtou in the future."

"I dare not, I dare not." Wang Da hurriedly flashed to the side and said with a smile on his face: "Isn't this the old man's birthday? Our family members of the bank can't bear it. The young master is kind and gave the young man a meal to dozens of people in the village. Do you dare not serve him well there? As long as it is not a disaster year, the young man will be at ease to study. The young man will cook for you in this village."

"Mu Zhi, if you have this family property, you must manage it well. In the future, whether you are studying or becoming an official, you will have to live a rich life than those poor officials. This official is strong if you have no desires. As long as your back is straight, your eyes can see the distance. If you take someone's hands short and eat someone's mouth short, you won't speak hard. This official lunch box is meaningless." Zhang Qiyu said earnestly.

For a moment, the room was quiet, and Lao Wang was so scared that he didn't dare to speak loudly, and he could hear the sound of Qiao'er eating.

"Hao Zhuangzhuo is up quickly. This person's heart is always facing down. It's understandable that the wife protects Zhang Ao, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Mu hurriedly helped Wang Lao Wang up and said with a smile.

"Young Master is really a Bodhisattva-hearted person. This old bone is worth following the young master." Old Wang said with a hurried compliment.

"At present, I am the only master of the second mansion. I have more than enough expenses for these industries. Grandpa, you don't have to be angry. But, Wang Zhuangtou, is there no way to increase production?" Zhang Mu asked with a smile.

"Oh, young master, stop talking. The old man has been working on the dealer all his life and dealing with the soil every day. He has tried his best to do it all. Those thin fields are not easy to produce anything. Instead, they have to lose manpower. It is such a good wife who has rice and makes good rice." Wang Zhuangtou said hurriedly.

"I don't think so, right?" Zhang Mu said thoughtfully.

"Muzhi, Wang Zhuangtou is a good farmer. You are a scholar, how can you know that these grains are hard-working?" Zhang Qi hurriedly surrounded him.

Lao Wang was an honest man. When he heard Zhang Mu ask him this, he thought it was Zhang Mu who thought he was lazy, and he felt a little worried about him and felt wronged. He racked his brains for those slack fields, but he had no choice.

Now that Zhang Mu said this, he felt a little angry and said, "Young Master, don't blame the old man for being rude. This kind of land, the old man has asked himself who has never lost in this life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have worked in the Zhang family for so many years. Just those thin fields, you haven't seen them, you can tell at a glance. If the young master has a good idea, it can be higher than the land planted by the old man. The old man is willing to work for the young master for two years."

"Haha, don't be upset Wang Zhuangtou. Mu Zhi is young and born in the city. He doesn't know that he is not careful. I know that you are a diligent person." Zhang Qi hurriedly comforted him.

"Wang Zhuangtou, don't be angry. I'll do what time I say, and you will do it as you want. I promise that the grain output will be better next year than now." Zhang Mu raised his head and smiled.

"That's impossible, unless the pie falls from the sky." Wang Zhuangtou said angrily.

"So, I say, do you think it makes sense?" Zhang Mu smiled. After all, he started to work from the grassroots level before. Although he had never gone to the fields to do work in person, food is the most important thing for people, he has never eaten pork, and hasn't seen pigs run away?

Although business values ​​it very much in modern times, the status of agriculture as a primary industry has never been shaken, especially in China with 1.3 billion people. Zhang Mu's ears were called out when listening to the reports on agriculture.

Zhang Mu carefully analyzed it today and now it is the best cooked field in the Zhang family, but the annual output is three stones, plus one stone such as cauliflower, three kinds a year, that is, four stones of grain.

This is still a top-quality field. Medium-quality field cannot meet this requirement at all. Two types per year are enough.

According to the conversion from the Ming Dynasty to the present, even if the people in the upper-class fields are harder, the annual output will be only five or six hundred kilograms. Compared with the current grain output, only one third to four molecules per month of the modern grain output.

The reason is naturally very simple. The first is the variety. Currently, the rice varieties have not been improved and cannot withstand drought and insect resistance at all. When encountering natural disasters, it really depends on the weather. The second is that there are no chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and there is no way to increase the yield per mu artificially.

Nowadays, high-yield crops such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, peanuts, etc. have not been introduced yet, so it is indeed not easy to change the current situation.

However, these are not a big problem for Zhang Mu.

So Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Let's talk about low-end fields. The land of low-end fields is not fertile, and it is indeed difficult to produce production. But let's use our brains, Zhuangtou, think that if we plant crops in the low-end fields, and then pile up the ridges around the field ridges, is this an income? Secondly, put fish fry and loaches in the low-end laws, is this another income?"

When Wang Zhuangtou heard this, he was stunned and his eyes lit up: "This is really a good idea."
Chapter completed!