Make a lot of money in the sand.

It is like sinking to the bottom of the water and drowning to death.

Anyway, the ancients of this era would not believe him.

After Zhao Yu spoke to Yuan Tan with dissatisfaction just now, his face was already soft on the ground with pale face.

Yuan Tan did not get angry, but instead helped him up with his own hands.

Zhao Yu said: "Young Master, please forgive the offense of the villain. The villain does not want to die, but the villain wants to live."

This sentence expresses the hearts of the people here.

Yuan Tan knew that Zhao Yu in history had long been dead. Perhaps it was his appearance that allowed the Yuan family to control Jizhou earlier and calmly make Zhao Yun's brother not die of illness.

Here, he will still give the people a peaceful life.

"Don't worry, this sandy land is golden land."

Yuan Tan said seriously.

Woo woo woo woo ~.

In an instant, everyone cried.

Many people knelt softly on the ground.

Obviously, the eldest son wanted to let them die, which was to save hundreds of thousands of dan of food.

What is this called?

Referring to a deer as a horse!

They were afraid and dared not resist, so they could only cry.

Dian Wei and Xu Chu looked at each other, although they were very sympathetic, they also knew that sometimes the king had to kill decisively.

Ergouzi and Zhao Daniu looked at each other. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved both. They stood on Yuan Tan's side.

"What I said is true, why don't you believe it?"

Yuan Tandao.

"Wuwuwu, can you believe this?" Zhao Yu cried.

Abandoning the people is abandoning hegemony.

Guo Jia didn't think Yuan Tan would do this, and asked at this moment: "Young Master, how can you make money in the sandy land?"

Yuan Tan waited to ask and said seriously: "We grow fruits and sell them to make money to buy food."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yu and the others were stunned when they heard this, and they cried even more and had no desire to live.

Can you still grow fruits if you can’t even grow grain?

Don't joke, okay?

This is how people take their lives.

Is it really good?

...

Perfect day.

The fragrance of flowers in spring.

The sunshine in the sky shines in the sky.

The torn clothes shine on the people.

The best courtyard in the village is also the kind of adobe walls that keep falling off.

The villagers surrounded a pocket in the middle of the yard.

In the pocket, there are seeds. The eldest son said that the crop of this seed is called watermelon.

What kind of melon is watermelon? Even an old farmer who has been farming for half a century doesn’t understand it.

Even Guo Jia, who has a genius name, doesn't understand it.

Yuan Tan understands.

According to the "Complete Book of Agricultural Affairs" by Xu Guangqi, a scientist in the Ming Dynasty, "Watermelon is planted in the Western Regions, so it is called."

Li Shizhen of the Ming Dynasty recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica" that Hu Jiao obtained melon seeds from Uighurs, called watermelon. This proves that watermelons came to Middle Earth since the Five Dynasties.

He made this kind of thing out of the department store.

Ordinary department stores do not sell seeds.

But you should know that Yuan Tan was the No. 1 Department Store in the capital in later generations. It was formerly state-owned and retained many traditional units.

This kind of body is also used for people from the old capital, including the front and back of the courtyard houses, and on the roof of the courtyard.

Some office buildings also plant watermelons on the platform to cultivate employees' sentiments.

Yuan Tan believes that this should not be true.

"Come on, everyone, I'll explain it to you." Yuan Tan opened the folding fan, fanned it, and pointed to a bag of seeds, "This is the Annong No. 1 watermelon, which can produce thousands of kilograms per mu, has developed roots and is particularly drought-resistant."

He fanned Zhao Yu and others again, and said excitedly: "It was planted on sandy land. I tell you that on fertile land, the yield will be reduced."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole village was in an uproar.

This comes from the highest yield per mu since ancient times, only more than 300 kilograms.

Thousands of pounds are simply a bullshit.

Farmers cry sadly, regardless of gender, age.

This is not just about basking in the sun underground at the east wall, it is related to life.

Can you stop bragging, can you be more reasonable?

And Annong No. 1.

It's Destroyed Nong No. 1.

This is really: it is difficult to grow wheat in sand and soil, and it is impossible to produce seedlings whenever you serve. The farmer’s heart is like soup boiling, and the young master also needs to grow fruits.

If Yuan Tan said that he could produce more than 100 kilograms, maybe the people would believe it, after all, his reputation is here.

But he said that he had thousands of pounds, who could believe this?

Not to mention Yuan Tan, even if Confucius was resurrected and said these words, the people would not believe them.

Guo Jia was shocked. Could it be that the eldest son really wanted to abandon these hundreds of thousands of people in order to save money and food?

A lie is tied to another lie, and it has to be ripped bigger and bigger.

This story will be spread throughout the world, and will completely lose the hearts of the people and break the road to hegemony.

Why did the eldest son suddenly not understand this truth?

I was anxious, "The eldest son..."

"What, don't you even trust me?" Yuan Tan said dissatisfied.

"This..." Guo Jia really wanted to say that this is not a question of trust or not, it is a question of untrustworthy at all. Could it be that someone deceived me?

It doesn’t matter to Yuan Tan. Anyway, no matter how much you talk, you can’t say that you can’t open your mind to the hearts of ancient people.

Or speak with facts.

So he waved his authority and said, "Tell me the order that everyone in Quzhou will plant watermelons. If there is no income when harvesting, I will compensate everyone for the same period of the previous year. Remember to keep the good watermelons as seeds when harvesting."

After saying that, he found a bamboo slip, "The planting experience is recorded on this. Each village must copy one and plant it strictly according to the process."

Speaking of this, it becomes particularly serious, "If you do not follow the procedures, you will lose the qualification to subsidize food."

The whole village was stunned.

OK, since the eldest son gives compensation, let alone planting watermelons, even if this is called pumpkin, it will be planted.

Guo Jiayun was in vague.

So, just over ten minutes later.

Yuan Tan appeared in the arable land.

And around, there are hundreds of villagers.

Yuan Tan held a big hoe in his hand, and the others were no exception.

The whole village looked at him.

"Ph, bah." Yuan Tan spitted into his palms, raised his hoe, and removed the wheat seedlings under his feet.

In an instant, the hearts of the whole village jumped out.

This time, the particles were gone.

The whole village looked at their village chief Zhao Yu.
To be continued...