Chapter 128： , Grain

Chapter 128, Grain Seeds

After the Double Ninth Festival, Daohua’s days have returned to the same as before.

After finishing class every day, after finishing the homework assigned by Master Shen, he went to the old lady’s yard and took care of the flowers and plants in the yard together with the old lady.

Recently, Daohua has read several ancient books on grafting, and is enthusiastic about studying flower grafting and cultivating some special flowers and plants.

In ancient times, there were not many types of flowers and plants suitable for potted plants. In addition, due to the unreasonable geographical location, the flowers and plants that can usually be seen are actually a little single.

Nowadays, the flower shop sells some common types of flowers, and other flower shops are also selling it. If the flower shop business continues to flourish, she feels that the flower shop must be irreplaceable.

In the yard, Mrs. Yan watched Daohua violently destroying the flowers. She was a little distressed, so she wanted to stop it. This girl had to say that she was improving the flower species, so she said that she was not saying it or not.

"Mother, you don't talk about rice flowers. Even if there are many flowers and plants in your yard, you can't be so messed up by rice flowers!"

When everyone asked for peace recently, they could see the rice flowers plucked and thrown against the flowers and plants in the yard with their hands full of mud. They just didn’t pay much attention to the Yan Zhigao in the backyard, and they knew that the eldest daughter was ruining the flowers and plants in the old lady’s yard. .

One evening, the Yan family waited in the old lady’s yard for dinner. Yan Zhiyuan couldn’t help but complain to the old lady.

This time, the old lady hadn't said anything, Yan Zhiqiang, who had never talked much, explained it to Daohua.

"Daohua hasn't encountered flowers and plants, she is improving the flowers."

Yan Zhiyuan snorted: "My third brother, I admit that rice flower planting flowers do have a good hand, but you said that her little girl has improved the flower planting. Is it a bit too late? I think it’s almost the same because it’s a mess."

"Your second brother I am not ignorant. I have been with my eldest brother over the years, and I have visited many wealthy people. Those who have a good background can have flower farmers who care for flowers and plants. I heard that so and so have any new flowers?"

"I won't talk about other people, just say the Zhou family, the first family in Xingzhou City. The old lady Zhou is a famous flower lover, but isn't his family also planting flowers that everyone knows?"

After speaking, Yan Zhiyuan smiled and looked at Yan Zhigao and Mrs. Li.

"Big brother, sister-in-law, I know that this year our family has made the house a little easier because of the sale of watermelons, but I think, the space that should be saved should be saved instead of extravagance and waste, right?"

This time, Yan Zhiqiang retorted Yan Zhiyuan aloud: "Second brother, you are all right, but our rice flower is a good hand for things in the field. She said that improving the flower species is improving the flower species."

Speaking, before Yan Zhiyuan could speak, he looked at Yan Zhigao: "Brother, all the autumn grains on the Zhuangzi have been harvested this year, and I have sent the books to my sister-in-law."

"I won't say much about anything else. Just talk about the same acre of paddy field. Ordinary rice seeds can only harvest about 4 shi of grain. Rice seeds improved with rice flowers can be harvested at least about 1 shi. It is not impossible for people who are more refined to collect 2 more stones."

Hearing this, other people didn’t feel that much, but Yan Zhigao, who has always paid attention to people’s livelihood, stood up and asked eagerly: "What you said is true? Didn't you lie to me?"

If it is not for the estimation that there are too many people present, he would like to rush up and shake his third brother to see if he is talking nonsense.

Yan Zhiqiang: "Brother, you can look at the comparison between our account book recorded in previous years and this year. This year, Zhuangzi missed the spring plowing because he bought it late this year. Otherwise, you can go to the fields to see the harvest scene with your own eyes."

Yan Zhigao stared at Yan Zhiqiang tightly. Seeing that he was serious and showing no signs of lying, his heart was overwhelmingly excited.

What is political achievement?

Having enough food and clothing for the common people is his greatest political achievement and his original intention as an official.

Yan Zhigao ignored the presence of other people, rubbing his hands, and circling the room excitedly.

Seeing this, everyone looked surprised.

In order to maintain the majesty of the head of the family, Yan Zhigao has always been happy, angry, and disreputable in front of the Yan family. It is very rare to show his emotions without reservation like this.

"Where's the ledger? Go and show it to me!"

Yan Zhigao wandered for a while, and quickly grabbed Yan Zhiqiang and asked.

Yan Zhiqiang did not expect that Yan Zhigao would be so excited, and was a little dazed for a while.

"Third brother, what are you talking about? What about the ledger?" Yan Zhigao couldn't do it eagerly. He really grasped Yan Zhiqiang and shook it a few times according to his inner thoughts.

At this time, Mrs. Yan spoke and looked at her eldest son angrily: "Boss, let go of your third brother. Look at how you are now. You have a bit of knowing the state."

Yan Zhigao retracted his hand in a disgusting manner: "Mother, isn't this my son excited!"

Seeing that the eldest son was really in a hurry, the old lady called in her grandmother: "Go, bring me the ledger in the inner box."

While waiting, Yan Zhiyuan was a little bit disbelieved, and looked at Yan Zhiqiang: "Brother, you know that you like Daohua, don’t lie to big brother just to speak for her!"

"boom!"

The old lady put the teacup in her hands heavily on the table: "Second, third, you never lie, don’t you know?"

Seeing this, Yan Zhigao's heart that was lifted by Yan Zhiyuan's words fell back again. His mother was like this. I think what the third brother said just now should be true.

"I"

Yan Zhiyuan choked, just about to argue for herself, at this moment, Sun Ma came out with the ledger.

Yan Zhigao eagerly accepted the ledger, looked at the immature handwriting on the ledger, and said in surprise: "The ledger was written by Daohua?"

The old lady smiled and said: "Your girl said that only by clearly understanding the harvest in the field can we better improve the grain seeds. No, since she and the third uncle recognized the word, she kept the accounts of the family. ."

Yan Zhigao looked very carefully, and the account book recorded very carefully, including the harvest records of paddy fields and dry land, even barren land and barren hills.

The more you look, the more shocking Yan Zhigao is.

The records in this ledger are clearer and more detailed than those in the Yamen.

Comparison of crops in paddy fields and dry fields, even the comparison of different types of grain yields, and the comparison table is used to make the scene clear.

"Mother, is this really written by Daohua?" Yan Zhigao asked again, unbelievable in his tone.

The old lady said with no good air: "It's not her, but I can still be the old woman!"

Yan Zhigao looked at Yan Zhiqiang again, and Yan Zhiqiang nodded immediately.

At this moment, Daohua came in and saw that everyone in the room was silent. She was a little puzzled: "What's the matter with everyone?" Then, she sat next to the old lady, "Grandma, I'm hungry, and I don't want to eat." ?"

"Daohua, dad asks you, did you keep this account book?" Yan Zhigao asked, holding the account book.

I saw that the rice flower was the family's grain harvest record book, and immediately became energetic.

She wanted to promote her grain crops for more than a day or two. The ancient people's grain yield was so low that many people could not get enough to eat. She was fortunate enough to have a space where she could grow grain, and she wanted to do something with her own strength. It's not a trip to ancient times in vain.

"Yes, father, let me tell you that my improved grain is very good. When do you think it will be promoted in Xingzhou City?"

The previous experience of escape gave her too deep feelings.

It is really hungry and sorrow everywhere!

She originally thought that she had missed spring plowing this year, and the issue of grain cultivation would not be mentioned until at least next year, but she did not expect happiness to come so suddenly.

Looking at the eldest daughter who seemed to be more excited than herself, Yan Zhigao shook his head.

(End of this chapter)