Quick, I don't want to be in love anymore

Chapter 270: Love in the Sadistic Story (17)

It is said that when the master had people bring some novel red fruits and asked them to plant them in the fields, they were all very curious and even had no idea where to start.

Because this was something they had never seen before, the manager later asked the master how to plant it, and then they carefully buried these red fruits in the soil.

They were very careful when planting, fearing that they would accidentally damage the crops and affect the harvest.

Later, the fields were covered with green vines, but they didn't see anything growing, which made them even more curious.

After waiting for three or four months, the master finally gave the order that it was time to harvest, and they got out of bed early.

"Start digging."

Shen Su gave an order, and the manager shouted loudly, and the sound of hoes hitting the ground was endless.

Although the scene was very lively, they all knew their limits and were careful about the strength of their hands.

After all, the manager had already told them in advance that these were precious things and could easily be damaged.

The men were all good at farm work and soon dug out a lot of red fruits.

Each one is about the size of one and a half adult man's fists, or even larger.

Soon, acres of land were dug clean one after another.

The harvest from the first acre of land that was dug was also weighed. The manager looked at the pile of crops called sweet potatoes in front of him and the numbers recorded on the paper, and could not help but stand there in a daze.

"What's the matter? Manager, how much is the harvest from this acre?"

“It looks like a lot.”

"I've been farming for so many years, and I've never seen such a big harvest."

The men who were drinking water and taking a rest were worried when they saw the manager looking dazed, and they started asking questions one after another.

"25 stones!"

The steward swallowed and slowly spit out the number.

25 dan, one dan is 120 jin, exactly 3000 jin, although not as good as the average yield of 4000 jin per mu of sweet potato in modern times. But in an era when rice yields only 264 jin per mu, this is already a very good yield.

"What!"

"Isn't that right?"

Many men were also stunned when they heard this number, and some men who knew a little arithmetic came over.

They knew the harvest was plentiful, but they had no idea it would be 25 koku.

Some people who reacted blushed and reported the number loudly to the people behind them. There were endless sounds of gasps, exclamations and doubts.

"Susu, what is this fruit? Is it edible?"

Zhou Yuzuo and Shen Heng looked at each other and asked, one acre of land can produce 25 shi, if it is edible, then the people will no longer have to worry about being hungry, and they will not have to be afraid even if they encounter natural disasters.

And things like displacement and eating one's own children will not happen.

"This is called sweet potato. It's edible and filling, and there are many ways to eat it."

Shen Su took out the instructions for eating that he had copied on a piece of paper in advance and handed them to the two of them.

Zhou Yuzuo was the first to reach out and take it, his hand holding the paper trembling slightly.

Even Zhou Yujiao, who was always noisy, came over and took a closer look.

Although she is usually not serious, she also knows the importance of things that benefit the people's livelihood.

"Aunt, uncle, brother and sister, let's go back first!"

Zhou Yuzuo hurriedly saluted, then pulled Zhou Yujiao out of the farm.

Shen Heng smiled and shook his head, then patted Shen Su's head and looked at the pile of sweet potatoes beside him...

(End of this chapter)