The northwest of Zhejiang and Sichuan County is surrounded by mountains, and the fief of red utensils.

Pieces of green sweet potato vines and potato plants are growing wildly, and teams of farmers wearing brand new cotton coats are carefully weeding and deworming in the sweet potato fields and potato fields under their respective heads.

Everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles, and they seemed to have returned to the prosperous era of Wanli, and that wonderful time.

You know, just three or four months ago, they were still refugees who were not covered in their clothes, could not fill their stomachs, and were hungry to the point of being skinny and boneless!

At this moment, they all lived a happy life of working from sunrise, resting from sunset, and not having to worry about food and clothing.

All of this is like a dream.

Zhu Qizhu also felt like he was dreaming. In this blink of an eye, it had been more than half a year since he arrived in the Ming Dynasty.

Alas, this time passes so fast!

He squatted in the sweet potato field and carefully checked the growth of the sweet potato vines, just like when he was internship at school.

The growth of this sweet potato vine is quite good, but unfortunately, it is long on the top and not on the bottom.

He didn't have to dig it open to see that the sweet potatoes in the ground must have stopped swollen.

Because the temperature is too low now.

Generally, if the ground temperature is less than 20 degrees, the blocky root system of sweet potato will stop growing.

At this time, it began to freeze sooner or later, and the temperature during the day was less than ten degrees, and the temperature on the ground might have dropped below twenty degrees.

In fact, it is not very suitable for growing winter sweet potatoes here.

The latitude here is northerly, the temperature in winter is too low, and winter sweet potatoes cannot grow fully.

But there is no way, time is gone, even though he knows that time is not very suitable, he still has to let someone grow it.

Because if you don’t plant it, you will have to waste half a year. Moreover, if you don’t plant this year, you will not be able to cultivate enough sweet potato seedlings to make the mountains and fields full of sweet potatoes!

Alas, it's a bit of a pity.

He slowly stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and then ordered: "Guodong, dig it open and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guodong immediately waved the rake in his hand, digged around a sweet potato vine, and loosened the soil. Then he put the rake into the soil, hooked the root system of the sweet potato, and lifted it up hard.

With a rush, a large string of sweet potatoes as thick as fists broke out into the ground with anticipation eyes of the farmers around them.

This guy, so big!

The farmers present have not grown sweet potatoes, but most of the ones they grow are only a few fingers in the thickness of their fingers, and the largest ones are only thick in arms and big fists. This is the first time they have seen sweet potatoes.

Zhu Qizhe squatted down and checked for a moment, then stood up and said, "Okay, Guodong, organizer, start collecting."

Zhao Guodong was not vague and immediately waved to Sun Hongliang and Liu Zhonghe, "Hurry up, everyone starts collecting them in units of A. For each piece of land, I will take out all the sweet potatoes in the field as I did just now."

Upon hearing this, Sun Hongliang and Liu Zhonghe hurriedly directed their farmers to scatter.

Every ten farmers waved their rakes and digged excitedly. Skewers of sweet potatoes were constantly hooked out of the field and put into large bamboo baskets that had been prepared.

Soon, the bamboo baskets they brought were filled one after another, and everyone slowly stopped their movements.

Everyone was shocked and excited.

This big bamboo basket can hold at least more than 100 kilograms!

And each of them brought more than twenty large bamboo baskets.

Before the land was turned over, these bamboo baskets were filled. How many sweet potatoes could be produced on this acre of land!

The so-called piece of land here is about one acre.

They are quite clear about this because the boundaries between each piece of land were carefully measured and carefully identified by Zhao Guodong.

One acre of land has been collected for more than 2,000 kilograms, but it has not been collected yet!

This is simply incredible!

Who would have thought that the yield per mu would exceed 2,000 kilograms?

If they could think of it, they would have started growing sweet potatoes long ago.

You know, at this moment, the yield per mu of rice and wheat is as high as four or five hundred kilograms!

Everyone was a little stunned.

What to do next?

Well.

Zhao Guodong glanced around awkwardly, then said loudly: "Don't be standing there, go back and take another pair of big bamboo baskets. Remember, if you collect it now, let it go first, don't move, we will weigh it later."

He didn't expect that a mu of sweet potatoes would be more than 2,000 kilograms, because when the prince brought their brothers to cultivate seedlings, the sweet potatoes were not so big, and they never planted so many of them at once.

Fortunately, he ordered every farmer to prepare two large bamboo baskets, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Upon hearing this, a group of farmers immediately ran back to their yard, took another pair of diabolic baskets, and continued to dig them up.

Next to the sweet potato field, Fan Xinyi, covered in fur robes, couldn't help asking: "Prince, this piece of land should be about one acre, right? How many sweet potatoes can acre produce per acre?"

Zhu Qizhu said lightly: "It should be more than 4,000 pounds less than 5,000 pounds."

ah?

Fan Xinyi couldn't help but exclaim: "So much?"

Is it too much?

Zhu Qizhe slowly shook his head and said, "This is not too much, because it is too cold now and it is not very suitable for sweet potato growth. If you plant it again in spring next year, the harvest will definitely be better."

The harvest can be better!

Fan Xinyi stared at her cute big eyes, her face full of disbelief.

After a while, more than ten A were responsible for the first piece of land and finally all of them were dug.

More than ten acres of sweet potato fields are still only a small piece in the more than 1,500 acres of sweet potato fields, and it is still early before all of them are collected.

However, at this time, everyone stopped their work and looked at Zhao Guodong.

Because, Zhao Guodong said that the first wave of sweet potatoes will be weighed after digging.

Seeing this, Zhao Guodong hurriedly greeted Sun Chengyan, and quickly came to the nearest piece of land with a scale, account book, and abacus. Then he directed more than ten farmers to form a basket after basket.

"One hundred and fifteen pounds."

"One hundred and twelve pounds."

"One hundred and nine jin."

......

Each basket is about 110 kilograms, so how many kilograms are there for more than 40 baskets?

After weighing the first piece of land, Sun Chengyan picked up the abacus and counted it.

He is Sun Jiwen's son, and he is the master of this task. Now it is equivalent to the account of the royal palace.

After a while, he stopped and said tremblingly: "Prince, it's 4,521 pounds in total."

"Buzz"

A surprise scream suddenly sounded in the sweet potato field.

Although everyone had already expected that the per mu of sweet potatoes would exceed 4,000 kilograms, they were still shocked after the real total number was found.

One acre of land, more than 4,500 kilograms, isn’t this too crazy?

Is it crazy?

Zhu Qizhu's face was calm and he had no surprise expression at all.

This is because he has carefully improved the seedlings, and the fertilizer is applied very well when ploughing. Later, so many farmers have carefully taken care of it, and this yield has not yet met his expected goal.
Chapter completed!