Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

It will take at least two or three years for the entire Dayan to realize potato freedom.

This is already the best result for ancient times.

However, the cold snap this spring killed most of the crops in the northern region, and now the people of Dayan are still consuming last year's grain reserves, and there will be a big food shortage in autumn.

No matter how quickly potatoes become popular, it won't help.

Therefore, food reserves are the top priority for a country.

In ancient times when productivity was low, it was enough for the emperor in power to cry up to the sky to keep most of the people alive, and the state capitals in various places had only a small amount of food reserves, even if they had them.

"How are the beans that were planted in early May?"

"They are all mature. The average yield of soybeans in Shenjia Village is just over [-] catties per mu."

Cheng Xi nodded silently when he heard the words, the output is indeed not bad.

Soybeans are originally a low-yield crop. Even in modern times, the yield of 500 jin per mu is regarded as high-yield. Under normal circumstances, it fluctuates around 400 jin. Only in the Northeast can it reach 800 to 1000 jin.

"So this year, the people in the north have to live on the two hundred catties of soybeans in the field?"

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Su Zhan was silent, his face was not very good-looking.

He was also a victim of the snow disaster. If it hadn't been for the huge snow disaster that lasted for four or five months, he wouldn't have lost his family and been alone since then.

He felt the pain of the people, but he could do nothing about it.

"Don't be discouraged, I see that the Holy Majesty is still easy to talk to, maybe he can be exempted from taxes this year?"

Although Cheng Xi's mood was a bit depressed, she still lacked a sense of belonging and experience. After all, she had never been hungry before.

"What Ma'am said is that one has to look forward."

Cheng Xi put away the letter, and paused when he turned around, "Do you know anything about Marquis Wu'an's Mansion?"

"The news of the capital has been collected all the time. If Madam wants to know, the subordinates can look for it."

"Give it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Su Zhan answered very quickly. Since he went to the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion last time to inform someone to save his little Marquis, he realized this problem.

That being the case, it is inevitable to have more information, otherwise you will not know how you will die in the future.

While he was collecting and summarizing the news of the major families, Cheng Xi watched the sky and went out all the way to the Gongyuan of the Ministry of Rites. The closer to the destination, the more pedestrians on the road, and even many people had already prepared their carriages and doctors.

"Hey, why didn't I think of that?"

But Shen Xingluo didn't seem to need these two things.

Cheng Xi stood at the gate of the Gongyuan and waited quietly.

She didn't come early, and within a few minutes, she heard the sound of the gong beating and the officials reporting the time, which meant that the three nine-day examinations were all over.

Students began to walk out of the entrance of the Ritual Department one after another, all of them were tortured badly, their faces were pale and it was fine to stand up, but most of them had collapsed expressions like mournful coughs, this word seems to be wrong?
"Tsk, it's really not easy to cross this single-plank bridge."

Of course, there were not a few people who were carried out, and soon the family members gathered outside, asking how they were doing in the exam while asking for their health.

Not long after, Cheng Xi saw a familiar figure.

Shen Xingluo was still dressed in plain clothes, but he was still the most brilliant one in the crowd, so that Cheng Xi locked on the target with a glance.

Happy Friday family!

There are few updates in the past few days, and the stupid author has to join the national celebration party!
Who knows, the sleepless city in a small county is also surrounded by traffic, and the snack street is even more crowded.

In short, if one sentence describes the situation of these two days, it would be:
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone!
Not an exaggeration at all!
As a small eighteenth-tier city next to Zibo in Shandong, the stupid author also wanted to eat barbecue next door, but in the end he decided to postpone the date, and let the great May Day holiday be given to foreign tourists.

Say two things about Zibo:

1. The barbecue in the memory of the stupid author has always been a three-piece set of small pancakes, spring onions and meat skewers. When I went to work in a foreign city, I used the language I had learned in my life to describe the barbecue in my hometown to my colleagues. OK, now I know.

2. It was mentioned before that the stupid author went to a dumpling restaurant near the school. Three girls planned to order two catties of dumplings, but the proprietress ruthlessly refused, saying that three people would eat three or two. It’s the weight of the dumpling wrapper. That dumpling wrapper is the same as the big pan-fried bun in Zibo. It’s as thin as paper. It’s full of stuffing. Someone has felt the pain!
Finally, happy May Day, I wish everyone good health and all wishes come true~