Chapter 1214： One thousand eight hundred catties per mu

Chapter 1214 Yield per mu is 1,800 catties

Zhang Shi nodded hurriedly, carried the **** around and told the long-term workers to start collecting it, and told them loudly to work carefully and pay more attention.

"Ma'am, there are really a lot of sweet potatoes, the round ones are small, why are there such big differences in size?"

Ye Muyu really doesn't know, it must be related to nutritional intake and variety.

"However, only half a piece of sweet potato is used in a litter, but the yield of five or six sweet potatoes is already very good."

"Some have seven or eight." Sumei added silently while bending over to pick them up.

Chunxing picked up the potatoes contentedly: "Ma'am, is this year a bumper harvest? I see that the sweet potato land on Zhuangzi is only third-class land, not fertile land. I didn't expect this sweet potato to grow so easily."

"This is sandy land, suitable for growing potatoes." Ye Muyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waited until noon before returning to the house to rest.

The long-term workers work very quickly.

Dig two acres of land in one morning.

A total of 25 acres of potatoes have been planted, and every piece of land has a good harvest.

In the afternoon, Ye Muyu didn't carry the **** anymore, but bent over to pick up potatoes.

Know the growth in the field, record the situation, and then you can let go.

After harvesting for five days, all the potatoes on the Zhuangzi were dug out and weighed to calculate the yield per mu.

A group of long-term workers watched curiously, and Zhang Shi led two relatively strong long-term workers to weigh.

Ye Muyu has already changed her clothes, and applied ointment on the reddish areas of her hands. Lu Sangqi is very talented. The trauma ointment he developed has quick effects and is cool and comfortable to use.

She stood by and watched, waiting to report the data.

After weighing the output of two acres of land.

Zhang Shi restrained his excited smile, "Ma'am, the sandy land near the hillside has an yield of 1,800 catties per mu."

"This small sandy land is also good, with an yield of 1,756 catties per mu."

Ye Muyu calculated in her heart that the yield per mu is almost at the limit, there is no fertilizer, and there is simply firewood ash to use, and she is well cared for on weekdays, and the variety is not the best. Future generations must be able to produce 10,000 catties of big potatoes Can't compare.

But the output is not bad.

One mu of land weighs 1,800 catties. If the flour yield is 10%, one mu of potatoes can produce 180 catties of potato flour.

but.

Now the war in the north is tense, and this year the rice seeds have just been planted, and will not be harvested until mid-July, and wheat is planted in the north, rice is planted in the south, and the imperial court depends on the harvest in the south for rice.

These potatoes, after leaving the seeds, are all sent to the military camp, so there is no need to make potato flour.

Maybe a potato can save a soldier's life when he is very hungry.

It took two days for all the potatoes on Zhuangzi to be weighed.

Close to 50,000 catties of potatoes.

She asked Zhang Shi to take the long-term workers to select the seeds first.

The rest are first put into the cellar on the Zhuangzi.

Ye Muyu contacted Du Heng three days later.

Du Heng has been running outside the commercial line now, with Meimian Rouge Shop as the lead, his progress is also very smooth.

"Madam, shopkeeper Tang is here."

Ye Muyu was entertaining Tang Dongfeng in the guest room. Seeing him in a hurry, he couldn't help but ask, "Master Tang, where did you come back from?"

"From Xizhou." Tang Dongfeng was not polite, took the tea she poured, and took a few sips before taking a comfortable breath: "I heard that the sweet potato from the West has grown?"

"Well, but the seeds are wild sweet potatoes, and the yield is average. If there is a chance to buy better seeds from Westerners, it should increase the yield even more."

(end of this chapter)