After counting several times, Qin Chuan was a little confused. He remembered that when Wang Jizong wrote the letter, he asked for one stone of jade wheat, five stone sweet potatoes and twenty stones of earthy taro, and only twenty stones of seeds were collected, and only eighty taels of silver were paid.

But now, the new food in front of him is a full hundred stones.

While he was wondering, Wang Jizong took a letter from Yang Zhenhai Escort Bureau and said with a smile: "Master, I know that Mr. Zhou has given him twice as many good seeds."

"No wonder." Qin Chuan suddenly realized, "This is a good person who knows Mr. Zhou. If you have the chance in the future, you must thank him very well."

"I know that Mr. Zhou is a student of Mr. Xu. Jizong once asked him about his knowledge. He said everything he knew. He was a rare good teacher and friend. After hearing that Jizong was going to promote new grain in Loufan and even Jingle, the teacher gave him twice as many good grains as he asked Jizong to promote new grain for him to fulfill his mentor Xu Ge Lao's long-cherished wish."

"Oh, it should be promoted vigorously."

Qin Chuan said with a smile, while opening a big sack, taking out a potato from it, and then...

Compared with potatoes that always move their fists in later generations, this potato is too small, just as big as an egg, similar to a mule bell, no wonder it will be called potato in the future.

Small size means low yield. Coupled with drought, severe cold, poor land, etc., the yield is far inferior to the 3,500 kilograms of later generations.

According to Wang Jizong, he tried to plant for two years and worked hard in the most fertile and well-irrigated fields by the river. The highest yield per mu was only seven stones, and in the barren and arid land, the yield per mu was only four or five stones.

Logically speaking, the yield of four or five stones is already higher than any grain at this stage, but the problem is that planting one acre of taro requires at least one stone of seeds.

You should know that if the disasters are going on today, the grain yield per mu in the north is only one or two stones. They are reluctant to let farmers use one stone of grain to sow into the land.

Sweet potatoes are slightly better and can be planted, but they are not allowed to be planted every season. Moreover, eating too much sweet potatoes makes you feel uncomfortable and smelly. It is really not easy to be used as a staple food.

Coupled with the inherent conservative thinking of the common people, Xu Guangqi's promotion of new grain in the north was very slow, and no one was willing to plant food with high yields.

Yumai is a species of many people. This thing was introduced to Guangxi as early as the Jiajing period and spread to other provinces. Now it is planted in most provinces in the south.

However, it is still rare to plant this in the east and west, because it is not as cold-resistant as millet and millet, and it is easy to lose harvest when it encounters natural disasters.

From the perspective of science and progress, Qin Chuan admires Xu Guangqi.

From the perspective of becoming rich and becoming rich, Qin Chuan wanted to help him.

In the future, the crops in Loufan and Jingyou will be mainly new grains. The irrigated fields on the riverside or the downstream of the reservoir will be mainly wheat, potatoes and beans. A two-year three-ripe carousel is implemented. Wheat and potatoes are staple foods. Beans can not only be used as green manure, maintain the fertility of the land, but also improve food and provide horses with concentrated feed.

For slopes with insufficient irrigation, plant millet, millet, corn, and sweet potatoes according to the situation, and use rotation, intercropping, intercropping and other methods to grab some beans.

Among them, there are a variety of sweet potatoes. Although you like to fart if you eat too much, you still have treasures all over your body. Sweet potatoes can be made into sweet potato flour, dried sweet potatoes, etc. The potato vines and potato leaves can be eaten by people and used as feed. Add some bran or bean cakes to put them in, which is the best essence.

"The great manager, Mr. Zhou also wrote down Xu Ge Lao's manure pill preparation method and the ashes dipping method."

While Qin Chuan was carefully checking the seeds, Wang Jizong walked over happily and handed the letter to him.

"Deti Pill?"

Qin Chuan was a little curious. After taking the letter, he looked carefully and saw the densely packed fly-headed brush calligraphy on it, with various famous cities and many numbers, which made him dazzled.

Wang Jizong shook his head beside him and sighed: "The method of manure pill was finally developed by Mr. Xu Ge, who worked hard to refine alchemy for many years. Its fertilizer effect is far better than manure. One bucket can be used as ten stones of manure. The method of dipping ashes into seedlings can also increase the rate of planting seedlings, which is actually a good recipe for farming."

After a while of careful reading, Qin Chuan nodded with consent.

This feces pill is actually the most primitive fertilizer. It mixes human and animal feces, animal corpses, blood, arsenic, sulfur, etc. and puts it into a clay tank or buried in a soil pit. After it rots, it will be taken out and dried and mashed, and it will become a fertilizer.

The letter said that any animal corpse and internal organs can be used, birds, mice, etc., and even locusts can be used.

As soon as he saw this, a big net appeared in Qin Chuan's mind, which was blocking the sky and the sun. The fat people were roasted and eaten, and the thin people were buried in the pit as fertilizer...

Well, this method is feasible, and you have to weave a net in advance. When a locust plague occurs one day, you will take 18,000 people to the net to fertilize, and there are not many locusts.

"Mingzhao, it's up to you to the bumper harvest of Loufan."

Qin Chuan was in a good mood, hugged Wang Jizong's shoulder and laughed.

Wang Jizong did not open his hand and just smiled and said, "Don't worry, the great manager, Jizong must do his best. Just one of the taro, I dare not say that the yield per mu of seven stones is inevitable, but five stones are inevitable."

"Okay, that's good, hehe, one day I'll go to Taiyuan and get you a marten coat and wear it with your wife to enjoy the snow."

"Hahaha, okay, then Jizong is more respectful than obedient."

"Cough... Come on, move all these seeds into the cellar for survival. Cover more thatch on the cellar and don't freeze these treasures."

"Okay."

Old Huang, who was beside him, ran into the farm with big yellow teeth, handed over two hundred soldiers from the Shifang Battalion, each with a sack, and carried a hundred stone seeds into it.

Wang Jizong also followed him, and he had to arrange the storage of seeds and cover the cellar with warmth.

Qin Chuan stood up his soft fur collar and entered the village leisurely.

As soon as I entered the door, a sudden sound of horse hooves sounded outside, and a whistle detective was rushing back quickly.

From a distance, the whistle detective shouted, "Master, a man came from ten miles east, about fifty or sixty people, and was slowly coming towards our village."

"Hmm?" Qin Chuan turned around, "Where's the way?"

"I don't know. I and Tian Laowu wanted to come forward to ask, but I was almost shot by a white-faced young man. I hurried back to report the news. Tian Laowu was staring at them."

"Yohe, who is so brave to act wild on the territory of this inspector?"

"Come on, let's go out and have a look."

"Okay."

Soon, Qin Chuan led the fifty tiger and leopard cavalry and one hundred platoon camps to gallop eastward.

Not long after, I met the group of people.

There were about fifty people, all of whom were strong and well-equipped, mostly dressed the same and clean and neatly. They all had strong Mongolian horses under their seats, looking like servants guarding the hospital of a wealthy family.

The leader was a slender white-faced young man with a short body, wearing a short hair, a square scarf, and a small horn bow in his hand. He was looking at Qin Chuan from a distance.

Behind the white-faced scholar, there were three young men with fair faces and slender figures, one of whom was wearing a wide Confucian robe and looked soft and weak.

"Master, just him, the leading white-faced young man shot us the arrow."

The whistle probe pointed at the young scholar who was leading the group and said annoyedly.

"oh?"

Qin Chuan squinted his eyes and took a closer look.

"Original, which young master is this? He looks so handsome."

An old bandit from Jiuji Mountain looked at the young men and smacked his lips and was amazed.

Old Huang, grinning with big yellow teeth, took the speech silly: "Haha, the boss, do we have to kidnap a few ladies from the village and go back?"

Qin Chuan also grinned: "You old guy, you really need a few ladies in the village."

The old bandit in Jiujishan next to him was confused: "Boss, what did you say to Lao Huang? Then where did you kidnap the wife of the village?"

Qin Chuan smiled again and said, "Those are not young men, but a few girls."
Chapter completed!