Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 25 1500 catties per mu!
"You, what did you say the yield per mu was?!" Zhu Yan stepped forward, grabbed a farmer and asked.

"1500 pounds, what's wrong with this uncle?" The farmer was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and looked confused. However, seeing Zhu Yan's luxurious clothes, he replied honestly.

Zhu Yan's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

1500 kilograms, a full five times more than in previous years!
"how can that be?"

Different from modern times, people in ancient times were basically engaged in manual labor, and non-staple food was quite scarce compared to modern times, so the demand for staple food was great.

But even so, an adult man can only eat about [-] kilograms of grain in a year.

1500 kilograms is enough to feed a family for a year and still have a surplus.

The key is that this is only the yield of one acre of land.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were mainly two types of land: official land and civilian land. Huangzhuang, Xuexue, horse pasture, Yuanling Cemetery, Xungui Zhuang, Baiguanzhi Tian, ​​and border minister Yanglian Tian were all official fields, and the rest were civilian fields.

Fields are an important source for the government to collect taxes. In the early Ming Dynasty, the fields in the world were verified and a fish scale atlas was created to determine the tax amount. Every change in the fields must be recorded.

According to records, during the Hongwu period, there were a total of 8507623 hectares of farmland registered by the court ("History of the Ming Dynasty" Volume [-] "Shi Huo Zhi").

That is, if all are planted with hybrid rice.

The autumn harvest alone is enough for tens of billions of people to survive.

Of course, this is an ideal situation. There are good and bad fields, and not all fields can grow rice.But not all fields are registered.

This account is easy to calculate.

If this new rice seed is promoted nationwide, just thinking about how much food can be harvested is terrifying.

Of course this can only be thought of.

The batch of hybrid rice exchanged by Yang Xian's system has no reproductive ability. To put it simply, one seed can only cultivate one hybrid rice. When mature, it can only be used as food, but cannot continue to be used as rice seed.

Even if others want to steal this technology, they can't.

Lu Mingyi looked at Yang Xian at this time as if he were looking at a god.

Yang Xian not only accomplished what he originally thought was a fantasy, but also exceeded his expectations.

For Yang Xian, this is just a basic operation.

You must know that this is still limited by various other factors, and you must know that the yield of modern hybrid rice can reach more than 2000 kilograms per mu.

In other words, it can still be improved.

The people throughout Yangzhou City are immersed in the joy of the autumn harvest.

Everyone has the same idea in their minds, that is, go home today, cook more rice, make a few bowls of rice, and eat enough!

Although he had completed the purpose of his trip to Yangzhou, Zhu Yan was still confused.

He didn't know how he got back to the inn.

Compared to him, Wang Yuemin thought more.

Now the Qianyuan people have returned to the grasslands and have to live a hard nomadic life again.

But if the food in the world can really be so rich that everyone can eat, then there will be no need to fight anymore.

You must know that at this moment, war is still going on in the border areas.

a few days later.

Zhu Yan and Wang Yuemin set off back to Beijing with a cart of snowflake cakes and a bag of new grain.

On Yang Xian's side, the autumn harvest is over, and he can finally have some leisure time.

The official warehouse is also full, and the rice seeds that were previously misappropriated from the imperial court can be returned in full.

In order to thank Yang Xian, people came to the door with gifts almost every day.

Vegetables, river fresh food, baskets of eggs and duck eggs, flocks of chickens, ducks and fish.Some people even brought their daughters to visit.

It's not that Yang Xian is a gentleman, but that girl really doesn't fit his taste, so he can only decline.

The common people who were originally prepared to send their daughters to their homes as slaves and maids, but when they saw this scene, they were moved by Yang Xian's gentlemanly behavior.

All of them gave up their original ideas.

Even though these ordinary people are giving away agricultural and sideline products that cannot be put on the table, for them, it is already the most valuable thing they can give.

The important thing is this sincerity, which means that what Yang Xian said to Lu Mingyi on the day he took office as Yangzhou magistrate has really come true.

There were so many things that Yang Xian could not use or eat by himself.

Many things cannot be stored for a long time.

There were no refrigerators in ancient times.

So Yang Xian directly asked Lu Mingyi to call all the officials in Yangzhou, and a banquet was held in the dilapidated government office to celebrate this rare and great harvest.

this day.

These officials also put aside their so-called reserve. Everyone picked up the food on the table without scruples, eating meat and drinking wine.

While eating, some people even had tears in their eyes.

Even though they were officials, before Yang Xian took office, being able to have a full meal was also a luxury for them.

It can be seen from the patched official robe on Yang Xian's body when he met Lu Mingyi on the first day.

You must know that in the beginning, they could only drink porridge to satisfy their hunger.

Today, not only can they have enough to eat, but they can also drink wine and eat meat. How can they not burst into tears with excitement?

In the original time and space, Song Shanyan, the chief secretary of Nanning County, really couldn't stand that kind of life.

Only then did he secretly steal 200 kilograms of rice seeds in exchange for a chicken and two jugs of wine, but Yang Xian peeled the day lilies from him in front of the entire Yangzhou prefecture and county officials.

Yang Xian looked at the table next door, where the fat man was holding a big chicken leg and eating a mouth full of oil, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

This fat man is Song Shanyan.

Yang Xian also asked Lu Mingyi about this guy. He was diligent and capable, and his official reputation was pretty good.

I have an old mother to take care of at home.

And he himself has long passed the age of marrying a wife, and he is still a bachelor.

In the courtyard of the government office.

Almost all officials at all levels in Yangzhou Prefecture and counties looked at Yang Xian with admiration.

This meal lasted until very late.

After everyone left with their round bellies in their hands, the servants began to clear away the leftovers.

Only Lu Mingyi stayed.

"Today's food is too greasy, brother Lu, drink a cup of tea to moisten it." Yang Xian poured a cup of tea and pushed it to the table. When he saw Lu Mingyi was about to stand up to thank him, he stretched out his hand and pressed it, indicating that he didn't need to be polite.

In the past few months, Lu Mingyi has helped Yang Xian a lot.

Almost all general affairs were handled by him, which saved Yang Xian a lot of energy.

And this guy is an old scalper, so Yang Xian can use it with confidence.

For Lu Mingyi, there wasn't much oil or water in his stomach, so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable even if he ate more oil. He just took a symbolic sip of tea, then put down the teacup, raised his head, and said, "Mr. Yang , is it time to write a memorial to report to the imperial court about the great harvest in Yangzhou?"

(End of this chapter)