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Chapter 230 This acre of land is worth two acres of land from others!
"It's already July 715th..."

Ma Zhebin sighed, "I think it's not impossible to reach 800 or 900."

The student who was taking notes pointed to the bags waiting to be weighed in the queue and said:
"On average, one bag is over 25 yuan, and there are still seven or eight bags that haven't been weighed. Can you calculate it?"

After saying this, he thought for a moment and said:

“Is it normal to have a higher output?”

"Didn't Brother Lin's potatoes also produce an overproduction?"

"I remember it was 15,000 kilograms, right?"

Ma Zhebin and Bai Wentao who had just arrived nodded.

Isn’t it great?

The output of other people's one acre of land almost catches up with the output of two acres of their large fields.

The key point is that they planted the potatoes themselves for Brother Lin.

Who can I go to for justice in this matter?
"Professor, it's out!" Ma Zhebin shouted.

"How much is the yield per acre?"

Professor Li didn't even bother to check the quality of each bag of wheat, and hurried over to the scale.

"A little over 926 kilograms, a total of 1853 pounds!"

After Ma Zhebin shouted out this data, his eyes widened the next second.

How much did he just shout?

One thousand eight hundred kilograms!

is not it?
He turned to look at the student in charge of taking notes.

Unexpectedly, that person also looked shocked.

Lin Feng was a little confused. What's wrong with 1,800 kilograms?
When the potatoes weighed 15,000 kilograms, they didn't seem so excited?

After all, this is the seed I drew from the system.

Moreover, there is the bonus of Dang Kang’s Bone.

"Did you miscalculate?"

Ma Zhebin didn't notice Lin Feng's puzzled expression.

He quickly reached out to grab the notebook from the student who was in charge of recording and calculating.

And Bai Wentao also squeezed over.

One thousand eight hundred kilograms per mu yield!
We really achieved the output of one acre of land equal to that of two acres of their large fields!

He doesn't believe it either!

The students who were responsible for recording and calculating no longer believed in the data they recorded one by one.

Just now I weighed 25kg or 30kg, but he didn't care much.

Perhaps because the unit is kilograms, the number is only over 900.

So, his first reaction was more than 900 kilograms.

I was thinking, isn’t this normal?

Isn’t the yield in their large fields also around 900 kilograms?
It took me a long time to realize that it weighs more than 900 kilograms!
Converted to that, that’s 1,800 kilograms!

"How about we do it again?"

He swallowed and suggested quietly.

It's over! Although he was sure that his record was correct, the result was not right?
"Let's do it again."

When Professor Li heard the result, he quickly took two or three steps to his side.

He took the notebook from his hand with a serious and earnest look on his face.

He looked at the records and found that the average amount per bag was over 25k. He said to Lin Feng:

"Xiao Lin, move your camera over here so I can borrow your equipment to record it."

"Please confirm again, is the wheat in the sack here really only from this acre of land?"

"Is there anyone from the field next door who accidentally got in?"

The students shook their heads and looked at Brother Lin's fields together.

The wheat over there was still neatly piled up in the same place, and no one had moved it.

"Yes, just this one acre."

“Nothing else was mixed in.”

They shouted one after another.

Professor Li nodded. He pulled Professor Lu and Professor Xue over to supervise, and then said to the students:
"Everyone, please report your weight loudly after you step on the scale."

"okay!"

"Professor Li, I'm starting, 26.1 kg."

"25.9kg."

“……”The excitement over there does not belong to the farmer Lin Feng.

When everyone once again wanted to confirm how much grain his farm's first acre of land produced.

After putting the camera away, he found that he had nothing to do with it.

In the end, I could only drive my car alone and circle around in the fields.

"Fuck! Is he really 1800 pounds?!"

After the second weight was measured, everyone exclaimed in surprise!
Village chief Song Jun, who strolled over to watch the excitement, had no idea what was going on.

He asked questions directly to the people closest to him.

"What, 1,800 kilograms?"

Could it be the wheat yield per mu?
He doesn't believe it.

One thousand eight hundred kilograms per acre of land, what does that mean?
Not to mention matching the output of other people’s two acres of land, that still has to be two acres of land that are well cultivated.

If you don't plant well, you won't be able to produce this much even from three acres.

However, the Song army still had a little bit of expectation in their hearts.

What if it's true?

This year's bet among their village chiefs is the wheat yield per mu, how serious.

He had just intercepted a family in the village with a yield of 1012 kilograms per mu.

I think I have a great chance of winning.

But if someone weighing 1800 pounds comes along, who can compete with him?

Hahahaha!

The students who heard the village chief's question quickly turned around.

The excitement and shock in his tone could not be suppressed at all.

It feels like my own land produced 1800 kilograms of grain.

"Brother Lin's wheat, just the acre at the edge, produced 1850 kilograms of wheat!"

"Oh my god! This is 200 kilograms higher than the highest record of wheat yield per mu!"

Song Jun looked up and saw Lin Feng, who continued to work hard in the field and was not shocked at all.

He felt like he was hallucinating, so he picked his ears and asked again.

"What did you say the yield per mu was?"

"You don't believe it either, do you?"

The student patted the village chief Song Jun on the shoulder and said:
"The first time we weighed it, it came out to be 1853 kilograms. We didn't believe it at first."

"So, we just weighed it again, and it is indeed over 1850 pounds!"

"Well, the professor has already called to report."

The student nodded and motioned him to look at Professor Li and the others.

Then he found the professor gathering them over there.

Prepare to clean the second acre of field and quickly run over to work.

It's just one acre of land, so it might be accidental.

But if all ten acres of land are like this, then they will be rich!
Big fortune!
What a great honor it is to discover a new type of wheat with such a high yield!

As the village chief, Song Jun also knew what it meant to produce 1,800 kilograms of wheat per mu.

If this happened in ancient times, perhaps this acre of wheat could have been used to inform the emperor.

If you meet an enlightened emperor, it is entirely possible to be appointed as an official.

This is called auspicious, right?
He ran to Lin Feng in two or three steps and asked:
"Your family's yield per mu is 1,800 kilograms, why aren't you excited at all?"

Lin Feng was afraid that the blades in front of the harvester would accidentally hurt Song Jun, so he stopped the car.

As for, why isn't he excited?
Because he knew it from the beginning.

High-yield seeds produced by the system, plus the yield bonus of Dangkang Bone.

It will definitely not be the same as ordinary wheat, with a yield of less than 1000 kilograms per mu.

But Lin Feng would definitely not say it.

Some things are secrets, and it’s better for them to remain secret forever.

So, Lin Feng lowered his voice, moved closer to Song Jun, and said to him in a very mysterious tone:

"My potato yield is 15,000 per acre."

What this means is that a wheat yield of 1,800 per mu is nothing.

Compared with the potatoes in my house, there is one zero missing.

This is not a zero after the decimal point!
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(End of this chapter)