I was the best old lady in ancient times

Chapter 307
"Amitabha, this lady, can you give this thing to me as a gift?"

The abbot shouted the Buddha's name, and then said to Ning Pengpeng with a smile.

"Naturally it is possible."

Ning Pengpeng didn't sneak out like this to stare at Master Futai.

But it is obvious that Master Futai is afraid of death and dare not try the sweet potato in her hand.

Ning Pengpeng was thinking about how to convince Master Futai that the sweet potato in her hand was not harmful to him at all.

Unexpectedly, the white-bearded old monk standing behind Lord Futai actually asked himself for it.

Naturally, it was impossible for Ning Pengpeng to refuse, so he quickly nodded and agreed.

"Abbot?"

Xie Qiping heard the abbot say this, immediately frowned, looked at the abbot, and shouted at him.

But the abbot shook his hand at him, reached out to take the half of the split sweet potato, and bit down on the crystal clear yellow flesh inside.

The first feeling in the mouth is that it is soft, glutinous and sweet, and the eyes light up immediately, and then the speed of eating is accelerated.

The abbot is now over eighty years old, and most of the vegetarian meals in the temple are brown rice. His teeth are not very good, and he can't chew well after biting.

Therefore, most of the time, they are swallowed hard.

As a result, the natural stomach will be much more uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, the new crops in the hands of this female benefactor are so delicious and very suitable for his teeth.

Xie Qiping, who was still worried at first, knew that this sweet potato should be edible when he saw the abbot's appearance.

Thinking of the fact that he had promised Pei Yan but couldn't keep it, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, and reached out to take the other half of sweet potato from Ning Pengpeng's hand.

After putting the sweet potato into his mouth and taking a bite, Xie Qiping paused, then continued to eat.

After eating, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the things in his hand. After wiping, he looked up at Ning Pengpeng.

"Now what you let me see, I will see, and what you let me eat, I will eat too!

If there are other matters, I will not accompany you. "

Hearing Master Futai's words, Ning Pengpeng couldn't help grinding his back molars.

"Master Futai really doesn't want to listen?

Even if the yield per mu of sweet potatoes reaches thousands of catties! "

"what?"

"Is this true?"

Xie Qiping was stunned when he heard Ning Pengpeng's words.

But the abbot was overjoyed, and asked Ning Pengpeng repeatedly, is the amount of this mu yield real?
"Although monks don't tell lies, women don't tell lies either.

These sweet potatoes are grown in the Ning family's farm now.

Under normal circumstances, this sweet potato can be planted twice a year.

The yield per mu is about two thousand catties. "

Hearing this number, even if the abbot is an outsider, he couldn't help but gasp along with Xie Qiping.

"What do you mean, the annual output of this thing can reach four thousand catties?"

Xie Qiping pointed at the raw sweet potato that Ning Pengpeng handed him just now, with an incredulous expression on his face.

Ning Pengpeng nodded and replied seriously.

"It's not the first time the Ning family has planted sweet potatoes, but it's the first time in Mingzhou.

In addition to the sweet potatoes, the women let the village grow two crops of rice now.

Moreover, the yield of rice can reach more than [-] catties per mu. "

Hearing that Ning Pengpeng dropped another heavy blow, Xie Qiping only felt his ears buzzing.

But the abbot clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Ning Pengpeng.

"If what the benefactor said is true, then she has accumulated great merit!

On behalf of all the people in the world, I would like to thank the benefactor. "

"The abbot doesn't need to be so polite, the old woman was born in the countryside, and she is best at this kind of farming.

In fact, Master Futai doesn't have to be so suspicious, thinking that the woman is lying.

When the methods of planting these two crops of rice were newly developed, many people worried that the crops would not be harvested.

Therefore, the women did not plant all their fields.

Until now, in Anzhen, most of the people have actually started planting two crops of rice and new crops. "

Ning Pengpeng looked at Xie Qiping's changing face, and couldn't help explaining to him.

"how can that be?

If Anzhen is already promoting planting, why doesn't this official know anything about it? "

A new crop with such a high yield per mu, and what kind of two-crop rice.

If it is true, the imperial court will definitely reward the Ning family, and will vigorously promote it throughout the country.

But now, this Ning family actually said that most of the crops in Anzhen are already being planted, but this is the first time he has seen this kind of crops, and he also heard about the two-crop rice.

It stands to reason that the county magistrate of Anzhen is Li Weishan, and he is definitely not the kind of person who embezzles the credit of ordinary people.

Not to mention, if this matter is reported, Li Weishan will definitely be reused.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Li Weishan to deliberately conceal and not report.

Of the two of them, Ning Shi and Li Weishan, one of them must be lying.

Xie Qiping glanced at the raw sweet potato, hesitated in his heart, and then said.

"Prepare your horse and go to Ningjiazhuangzi.

Ning family, didn't you say that all the Zhuangzi of the Ning family are growing these sweet potatoes now?
This officer wants to see if it is true as you said. "

The corners of Ning Pengpeng's mouth curled up slightly, as long as she wanted to go, she was afraid that Master Futai wouldn't want to go!
It's all right now, save her persuasion.

Hearing that Xie Qiping said that he would go to Ning's Zhuangzi, the abbot said that although he was old, he was in good health, and he wanted to see with his own eyes how the two thousand catties of sweet potatoes grown in this mu were grown.

Fortunately, the carriage that Ning Pengpeng was riding in was big enough, Xie Qiping and the abbot didn't care about the difference between men and women, after all, Ning's age is not too young.

Therefore, the three of them rode in the same carriage, and Zheng Tietou drove to Zhuangzi of Ning's family at high speed.

And Xie Qiping's confidant, drove the carriage and followed Ning Pengpeng and their carriage.

When the three of them arrived at Zhuangzi, Jiang Luochun, who had accommodated several young masters and ladies, was instructing the servants in Zhuangzi to cut off the sweet potato vines.

"What is this for?"

After getting off the carriage, Xie Qiping raised his eyebrows and asked when he saw that the vines had been cut off.

"Because the sweet potato grows under the vine.

Therefore, the vines must be cut off first to facilitate digging these sweet potatoes.

These sweet potato vines will not be wasted. After cutting, they are piled up and fermented in a large vat, and then mixed with wheat bran to feed to pigs. They are the most fattening. "

Hearing about growing fat, Xie Qiping took a careful look at the sweet potato vines, and then set his eyes on the slightly arched ridges of the field.

Seeing that the old lady nodded to him, Jiang Luochun ordered his people to dig up the ridge where the sweet potato vines had been cut first.

Seeing the sweet potato vine that was no bigger than the thickness of a little finger, I raked it down, and immediately six or seven sweet potatoes growing on the vine were turned out.

Each sweet potato is about half a catty to a catty.

(End of this chapter)