"Add more soup."
In a quaint room, an unusually handsome young man pointed at the steaming iron pot on the table.
Liu Yi picked up a thin piece of mutton and placed it into the boiling hot soup. He rinsed it slightly and ate it immediately.
"As expected, the mutton on the prairie is still the best.”
Dong dong dong…
Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Chongwen, Chongwen!"
A voice called out, and a staggering figure ran into the room.
"Zijing, why are you so agitated?"
Liu Yi looked at the person who ran in with a few gray roots in his hands and could not help but be surprised.
The Lu Su in his memories had never been so rude.
"Mu yield…5,000 catties per mu!"
Lu Su said excitedly with his eyes wide open.
"The sweet potatoes we grow are actually 5,000 catties per mu!!”
"Listen carefully. It's not 50 catties, nor 500 catties.”
"Yes, five! A thousand! Jin!"
The excited roar filled the room, as if it wanted to pierce through the clouds.
Liu Yi removed his hands from his ears and calculated in his mind.
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, a large mu was equivalent to 0.7 mu in modern times.
2 jin in the Eastern Han Dynasty was equivalent to 1 jin in modern times.
In other words, Lu Su's yield of 5,000 catties per mu was only about 3500 catties per mu in modern times.
Modern sweet potatoes could easily produce several thousand catties per mu, and the high yield could even exceed ten thousand.
The production was indeed a little low.
"Only five thousand jin? It's a little too little." Liu Yi frowned.
"What?" Lu Su stared at him." You said it's too little?"
"5,000 catties per mu is too little?"
"Listen to yourself, are you speaking human language?”
"I, I'm sorry!" Realizing that he had lost his composure, Lu Su quickly took a deep breath.
"I was too excited just now."
"Please forgive me, Chongwen!"
Lu Su bowed.
It was as if he had seen a ghost today. Why was he so agitated?
He couldn't control it at all.
"Zijing, sit."
Liu Yi pushed a chair over and poured a glass of hot wine.
"It's only 5,000 catties per mu. There's no need to be so excited.”
"If this sweet potato is properly cultivated, it's normal for it to produce eight to nine thousand catties per mu.”
"If we encounter a bumper harvest, it's possible to reach 14,000 or 15,000.”
"Puff!" Lu Su spat out a mouthful of hot wine.
"Cough cough cough…"
Coughing, he knocked hard on his chest." 14,000 yuan?”
"Mu yield?"
Lu Su's gaze fell on Chong Wen, who was brushing meat across from him, and he asked.
Seeing the other party nod, it was as if a bolt of lightning had exploded in his heart.
" We…planted 5,000 mu of secondary farmland four months ago. Based on the current poor harvest, if we calculate 5,000 mu per mu…"
His lack of knowledge in mathematics made it impossible for him to calculate that huge number.
Although it was vague, Lu Su, who had a large family and business, could also see that the number must be shocking.
" A stone of grain costs 200 coins…"
Liu Yi pondered for a moment." Those sweet potatoes are all taken out. They're probably worth…about 40 million yuan.”
Clang!
Lu Su, who was so excited that he jumped up, hit his thigh on the table. It was so painful that he covered his leg and sat back down.
"40 million…"
Even Lu Su, who had a large family business, was stunned when he heard this number.
Five million was his limit.
This 40 million…
And it was so easy.
In the spring, he could find a casual worker to take care of the rice and plant it in a worthless secondary field.
No need to remove seedlings, no need to catch insects.
When autumn came, he could just pull it out of the ground.
Such a simple yet huge harvest made Lu Su suddenly feel that the gap between people was too great.
"When I persuaded you to invest a million yuan, I'll return three times the amount in autumn.”
Liu Yi said as he took a sip of hot wine.
"However, the harvest is not bad now. I'll give you five times the amount.”
" Five million…" Lu Su muttered.
The young man in front of him was really forthright. He added two million without hesitation.
Bright!
"Are you interested in following me?" Liu Yi picked up a piece of steaming hot mutton and put it into his mouth to chew.
His every move was as light as a feather.
Lu Su's eyes flickered.”
For the past four months, they had been eating hotpot, drinking wine, reciting poems, and having fun together every day.
And then there was such a good harvest in autumn.
Even for a cultured person like him who treated money like dirt, it was impossible for him not to be tempted.
This kind of life was probably not only available in the heavens.
"However, those workers are too slow.”Lu Su said.
"There are still too many sweet potatoes on the hillside that haven't come out yet.”
"What should we do?"
Liu Yi's lips curled into a confident smile." I have my own plan."”
"Come, let's drink first."
Lu Su took the wine cup and his gaze flickered at the handsome young man opposite him.
This Liu Chongwen was probably going to amaze the world again.
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