Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 880 874. Mansur’s Gift
The teasing was really too harsh.

Mansoor pretended to be anxious and quickly took out a gift to change the subject.

He brought quite a lot of gifts.

Gorgeous silks and exquisite porcelain.

Tea, embroidery, four treasures of the study, folding fans, and incense burners.

Anyway, they are all oriental specialties.

The Arabs have known this since ancient times, as they made their fortune by reselling Eastern goods.

Being a middleman is the ecological niche they are most accustomed to.

So I can understand the beauty of these things.

Mansur is rich and buys good things.

Sure enough, as soon as the gift was taken out, the women in the family stopped making jokes and began to admire the beautiful porcelain, loving it very much.

All the gold and silver tableware in the house had to be replaced on the spot with this batch of porcelain.

And Mansur, at the end, took out a box mysteriously and said, "What's in here is the most precious thing."

In one sentence, it attracts everyone's attention.

In anticipation and urging.

Mansur kept the secret for a long time before he opened the lid of the box with both hands.

Revealing the neatly stacked green leaves inside.

As a result, no one in the family reacted. They looked confused and fell silent.

Until his father Abdullah asked, "What is this?"

It wasn't a dull moment.

Mansur quickly replied: "These are young pea leaves, which are also a vegetable and very delicious."

After that, he called a servant and asked him to take the peas to the kitchen to wash them, and then do this and that...

When Mansoor was in Tianhan, he always did it himself, but he couldn't do that when he returned home.

Even though his father was open-minded, he was not open-minded enough to allow the men in the family to cook.

after awhile.

The chef came back pushing the food cart.

The peas that were brought over had already been washed, and there was a pot of boiling water on the cart.

"Does it need to be produced on site?" asked Brother Mansur.

"You need me to tell him how to do it." Mansour showed great pride.

Instructing the chef, he asked him to blanch the washed peas in boiling water for ten seconds, not more and not less.

As soon as ten seconds are up, soak it in cold water, and after it cools down, take it out and drain it.

Next, a teaspoon of cumin, half an onion, four tomatoes, a cucumber, a handful of mint leaves, a small handful of cilantro leaves, a small handful of parsley, three spoons of lemon garlic vinaigrette, half a cup of cheese, 24 black olives, and half a cup of yogurt.

And, most importantly, the peas that have been blanched in water.

Mix all of this together...

At first, the family members were a little confused, but after seeing the following materials, they all smiled and realized that was the case.

It was originally a fatosh salad, but it was changed to use this leafy vegetable.

Fattoush salad is a common salad in the Middle East, and the chef is very familiar with it. Although he has never seen this kind of vegetable, he just does what the young master says.

Soon, the chef prepared a large pot of food, which was then divided into several bowls and delivered to the masters one by one by the servants.

Under Mansour's expectant gaze.

All family members took their bowls and tasted it.

"Not bad, very smooth texture." The old prince expressed his satisfaction.

"I think it's good too." Mansur's eldest brother also agreed, but he looked just so-so, eating two bites and then putting it down. Mansur's three mothers, one liked it, and one didn't like it very much.

His mother loved it so much that she asked for bread to go with it and asked the chef to replace her afternoon tea with the new fattoush salad.

But Mansur's nephew, twelve-year-old Ali, said, "It's unpalatable. I'm not a sheep, so I shouldn't eat leaves. Men should eat meat!"

Then he was scolded by his father...

All in all, some people like it and some people don't.

After tasting the pea salad.

Brother Mansur asked casually, "Is this a specialty from the East? It feels good."

He just said it casually. After all, it was his brother who brought it from far away, so it was a token of his thoughtfulness.

Mansur also answered casually: "It is a specialty. It is planted all year round and harvested twenty days after planting. It can be harvested twelve times in a row. One hectare can produce one hundred tons a year, and the fertility of the land will increase after planting."

One hectare is equivalent to a little more than 15 acres.

This statement came out.

The old prince laughed and waved his hands, saying, "Impossible, Mansur, you must have remembered it wrong."

The old man used to be the Minister of Social Affairs. Although the Dubai Social Affairs Department is mainly responsible for employment and labor, it is also involved in improving productivity and has some knowledge of agriculture.

How can one hectare produce one hundred tons of vegetables per year?

After hearing what his father said, Mansoor was not happy and immediately took out his mobile phone and looked up some information.

"This vegetable is called pea tips in China, and this variety is called Xiaoman No. 1. Look, this is a report from China. I asked someone to translate it."

"When it first appeared, the production was so large that it caused a market shock, and the Chinese government called on the entire nation to eat up the harvest."

"A country with a population of 1.4 billion needs the entire nation to digest the output and avoid a bumper harvest crisis. Do you think the output is high?"

The old prince was startled and snatched Mansoor's phone to look at it carefully.

Mansur's elder brother Amer's eyes were wide open.

He now serves in the Ministry of Cabinet Affairs.

He is in charge of government structure and economic development. Although he is not in charge of agriculture, he knows about agricultural spending.

"This is true...it's actually true..." The old prince believed the authenticity of the report. Mansur would not lie to him about such public reports. It was too easy to verify.

I believe it, but I still look incredulous.

Harvest and crisis.

These two words together are simply too strange for a Middle Eastern country.

In the UAE, 80% of agricultural products need to be imported, while in Dubai the figure is as high as 85%.

In their concept, there is no such thing as growing something that cannot be eaten.

The old prince was still in shock.

Amer was quick-witted and immediately thought about it, "Can we have this vegetable here..."

Mansur nodded. "In theory, it's possible. We just need to give it a try. I'll bring back five tons of seeds, and a group of agricultural experts from China will arrive in a few days."

Mansur opened his hands and said, "Dear father, brother, do you like the gifts I brought?"

Amer stood up and punched Mansur on the shoulder. "Mansur, descendant of the Owais family! You have brought back the best gift."

This punch was quite heavy.

Mansoor rubbed his shoulder and pretended to be in pain, "Father, control your son, he wants to beat your other son."

Amer laughed, hugged Mansur, and hit him twice on the back.

The old prince was not thinking about his two sons' quarrel. He thought of something and looked at Mansur. "Breeding 4.0?"

Mansoor stopped smiling and nodded seriously.

(End of this chapter)