The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1097 Let Qiao Mai and his wife breed (fourth more)
Both Emperor Yong'an and Yang Hao had already fallen asleep, and upon receiving the notice from the palace maid, they got up immediately and hurried to Da'an Palace.

Daan Palace was brightly lit, Yang Wenxiao ordered people to light all the candlesticks, and the whole hall was as bright as day.

Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren gathered around the table to observe the things on the table.

The corn kernels have been poured out and piled on the table, the transparent fresh-keeping bags, the ribbons for tying the bags, and the paper, these four things are all placed on the table.

"Your teeth are good, try it." Yang Wenxiao nodded his chin towards the corn kernels.

He couldn't chew it, so he used a small millstone to grind a few grains. The powder produced was not as fine as white flour, but it tasted good in his mouth.

Emperor Yong'an and Yang Hao immediately reached out to get the corn kernels when they heard the words, they didn't take more, each took a kernel, put it in their mouths and chewed it carefully.

After a while, the father and son nodded together, "It's okay."

"The letter said that it is high-yield, easy to grow, and delicious. Although the weather is still a bit cold, it should be possible to plant it, and it will be planted tomorrow."

"How about planting it inside the house? It's cold, what if it doesn't sprout?" Emperor Yong'an said.

He stared at the word "Sixth Valley" several times, his heart burning.

Having confirmed that there is something like divine liquid that can save lives, the anxiety and panic in his heart have disappeared, and he has the energy to pay attention to other details.

Yang Wenxiao saw his expression in his eyes, and couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, "Bo'er, this is your political achievement, the sixth valley descended from the sky, your name will go down in history, you are the real dragon emperor chosen by God."

Emperor Yong'an was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, this is due to your father, if it weren't for you, my son might never see corn in his life."

"Okay, if you say it's yours, it's yours." Yang Wenxiao waved his hand, "Let's not talk about that, let's talk about how to plant it."

Yang Hao thought for a while, and said, "There are too few grains called corn. In my opinion, they should be planted on the kang. It's mid-February, and the spring is cold. If it doesn't sprout, it's the kindness of Mrs. Gu's disciples." Isn't it ruined by us?"

"Planted on the kang?" Yang Wenxiao raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Ms. Qiao has rich experience in this area. I think she and Tong Sanlang can be used to plant."

Emperor Yong'an nodded when he heard the words, "Yes, in the final analysis, their husband and wife are the descendants of Mrs. Gu, and they are also good at farming. Father, I think they should let their husband and wife take care of the corn."

"Okay." Yang Wenxiao didn't hesitate.

The crops grown by Qiao Xiaomai Tong Saburo are better than the most experienced old farmers, so it would be a good idea to let his husband and wife grow corn.

"Then find a room in the back hall, and repair the kang tonight." Yang Wenxiao has a vigorous temperament, and he will do what he says.

"I'm going to call someone right now." Emperor Yong'an said and stood up.

"You don't need to go, just ask Gao Lian to go, you sit down." Yang Wenxiao waved to him, "In addition to corn, this bag and this rope are also worth studying. Take a look, can you make it? "

Emperor Yong'an heard the words and sat down again.

He picked up the fresh-keeping bag, looked it over and over again, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid no one can make such a light thing except for a fairy like Mrs. Gu."

Da Qi couldn't even make the most precious glass, let alone such a bag.

(End of this chapter)