At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Bohai County.
Yangxin County.
Outside the city, the autumn wind blew.
Lu Su stood on the hillside and watched the farmers work. Today was the day of harvest that Liu Yi had mentioned.
Four months ago, a young man approached him and said something about the return on investment.
Seeing that the other party was young, had a jade-like face and bright eyes, was rarely seen in the world, and had extraordinary knowledge and conversation, he decided to make friends with him.
After that, he followed the young man to the north and spent a lot of money to contract many mountain fields and plant the seeds given by the young man.
"Master." The accountant standing behind Lu Su asked timidly," That young man said that the yield per mu is 1,000 catties. How can that be done?"”
"The best paddy field in the south is only about 200 catties per mu.”
"If we can't recover the cost, then…"
"Just treat it as making friends." Lu Su, who was standing with his hands behind his back, felt that there was no hope for a yield of 500 kilograms per mu.
However, Liu Yi's forthright way of doing things and his rich knowledge made him feel that this person would definitely soar in the future.
The so-called investment now was more like investing in their relationship.
As for how much food these fields could produce, it was not important.
"You don't plant the good fields, but you rent the inferior Yamada fields and hire people to plant them.”The accountant muttered softly," I'm afraid that a few dozen catties per mu will be the maximum.”
"I can't even earn back my wages."
"Stop talking!" Lu Su frowned.
"Yes." The accountant bowed respectfully, sighed, and went to supervise the workers.
There was nothing to say about this old master's personality. He was just too extravagant and liked to make friends with heroes.
Not only did he come all the way here for that person he thought highly of, he even spent a lot of money and food. It was really…Sigh!
"I've been farming for twenty years, but I've never seen such food!”
"It actually grows in the soil."
A middle-aged farmer used a hoe to dig up the sandy soil and rummaged through it according to the owner's instructions.
He pulled hard and pulled out four to five red lumps.
"This…"
He weighed it with his hand." I'm afraid it's two catties.”
"There are four to five of them under this one, which means four to five catties. Then…"
He looked up and saw that there were still many seedlings in the field.
"Gulp." The middle-aged farmer swallowed hard.
When the young man hired them, he said that each of them would have three meals a day per mu of land.
Moreover, he was full.
Looking at it now, two or three seedlings would be enough.
Many people felt that this was a scam and did not dare to come.
Only the few of them, who had no land and no home, dared to come and give it a try.
He had been feeling uneasy just a moment ago, but when he saw these root-like things, he suddenly felt more confident.
"What kind of food is this?"
"Why is it so productive?"
"Isn't this grain about three to four hundred catties per mu?”
"I feel that there are more. There are all these under this seedling. Look at how many there are over there.”
A few farmers whispered to each other, and their suspicious gazes gradually became heated.
They quickened their pace, wanting to see how much they could get from one mu of land.
"Liu Yi, Liu Chongwen."
Lu Su clasped his hands behind his back, still thinking about the scene when the two of them first met.
The other party's appearance and temperament truly stunned him.
Even a heavenly being descending to the mortal world was nothing more than this.
That handsome face and tall figure were not even worthy of being described as a handsome person.
"Master! Master!"
The accountant carried an abacus that was clattering loudly and staggered over in a hurry.
"What's the matter? Why are you so flustered?"
Lu Su stood with his hands behind his back and turned his head to ask.
"The statistics are out!"
The accountant had an indescribable expression on his face.
"How much per mu?"
Lu Su asked.
"This…"
The accountant looked hesitant.
"What can't I say?"
Lu Su frowned." I've already said that it doesn't matter if you compensate me. It's just to befriend Liu Chongwen."”
"Master, listen carefully."
The accountant cleared his throat and cautiously extended five fingers." Mu yield…"
"5000 catties."
"Five thousand…"
" What?!"
Lu Su, who was deep in thought, suddenly widened his eyes.
He was prepared to accept the consequences of losing money, but he did not expect the accountant to say such a huge number.
It was an impossible number!
"Say it again!"
Lu Su's gentle and refined demeanor had disappeared. He grabbed the collar of the accountant and roared.
"Old Master, the yield per mu is five thousand catties."
"I personally saw those short-term workers just now. It's not fake at all."”
"I was the one who measured the weight and calculated the final number.”
Lu Su's eyes widened, and his nostrils swelled.
The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he could no longer hear what the accountant was nagging about.
"5000 catties, not 50 catties, nor 500 catties.”
"It's five! A thousand! Jin!"
Lu Su shouted.
He turned his head and looked at the secondary fields all over the mountains. They were all planted with the sweet potatoes that Liu Yi had mentioned.
This…
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