The miracle doctor is four and a half years old, and the big bosses of the whole dynasty dote on me

Chapter 35 Wheat Seeds
After Liu Mao reported the total number of acres of those farms, even Yan Weiming was a little surprised.

You must know that after the father made his younger sister the eldest princess, he not only gave her ten thousand households to eat, but also gave her some farmland in the suburbs of Beijing to her.

His father was rich enough to make a move, but he never thought that his sister was a little rich man who kept his secrets hidden.

"Zhizhi," he looked down at Yan Zhizhi, sighing from the bottom of his heart, "You are really rich."

In such a comparison, he seems to be the poorest one in the family.Even King An and the Changhe Princess had food, but he could only get the crown prince's silver every month, and occasionally get some rewards.

Yan Zhizhi, who suddenly became a rich woman, finally became vigilant.

She had a chubby little face, folded her arms, and said in a childish voice, "Where's the evidence? Don't try to lie!"

After discussing with her dog-headed army teacher's merit system, she came to a conclusion, "You must think Zhizhi is too cute, so you deliberately use this to trick Zhizhi into leaving with you, and then secretly sell it!"

Yan Weiming was a little relieved, it was great that his sister had this vigilance.If everyone works together, no one will be able to abduct my sister.

Liu Mao, who was regarded as a human trafficker, couldn't laugh or cry.

Fortunately, he came prepared, and not only took the jade pendant, but also took out the letter of Dr. Yan, and the land deed of the farm currently in the outskirts of the capital.

He explained in detail: "Mr. Yan said that he used the lucky money and consultation funds you saved with him in the early years to buy some farm properties. These farms are run by me, and the rest should be handed over to others. , I have no right to ask."

Yan Weiming was reading the letter, while Yan Zhizhi looked up at his little face, showing a somewhat naive expression, recalling carefully.

"Squeaky New Year's money? Squeaky consultation money?"

Before she could remember, the little donkey had already figured it out.

[Yes, yes, it's your money! 】

The little donkey said excitedly: [You forgot, for two Chinese New Years in a row, your master, senior brothers and sisters, and some elders who followed your master down the mountain gave you lucky money. The money is gone, and the master said to keep it for you, so you are so stupid as to give it to him]

Being called stupid by the silly Mao Mao, Yan Zhizhi reacted, and put his little fleshy face in front of the little donkey's, puffing up his cheeks in anger.

【Zhizhi is not stupid! 】

The little donkey has a good reason, 【You don't know that in the world you lived in before, there were always parents who took care of the lucky money for their children, and ended up embezzling the lucky money. I thought your master was such a parent too】

Who would have thought that Miracle Physician Yan didn't take it for himself?
Little donkey: 【And you often cut the pulse of others, I mean Tai Su's pulse.Every time you count someone, you can receive a lot of rewards, and your master took them away.Thanks to your kind master, otherwise you would have been deceived miserably]

Yan Zhizhi followed its train of thought and found that it seemed to be the case.

She unconsciously rubbed her little face, "Master is a good person."

After reading the letter, Yan Weiming also had the same thought.

This genius doctor who had never met before really cared for his sister, and even thoughtful of her.

He thanked Liu Mao, and was very interested in going to see his sister's farm.

"Let's go!"

Yan Zhizhi, who suddenly became a rich woman, waved her little fleshy claws boldly.

Liu Mao rode a horse, Yan Zhizhi and Yan Weiming took a car, and they left the city together. After walking for a long time, they arrived near a fertile field.

The capital is located at the junction of the north and the south of Dacheng, which is suitable for the growth of rice and wheat.Farmers generally plant according to the specific conditions of the fields allocated to them and the local climate.

When they arrived, they happened to see a piece of green wheat.

"Now is the late stage of wheat turning green." Liu Mao thought that the two of them didn't understand this, so he explained.

Yan Zhizhi really didn't understand.

"Uncle, what can you eat with wheat?"

Liu Mao explained in detail, and at the same time gave the crown prince a meaningful glance.

Yan Zhizhi didn't notice the prince's abnormality. I heard that all kinds of pasta that I usually eat are related to wheat. When I looked at these wheat, all kinds of silk chicken noodles, three fresh noodles, butterfly noodles, bamboo shoots and pork noodles were floating in front of her eyes. , Poured shrimp noodles, as well as vegetable cakes, meat cakes, sugar cakes, peony cakes, hibiscus cakes and so on.

"Zi Liu."

She couldn't help but sucked her saliva.

The little donkey who thought similarly to her also started to drool.

Little Donkey: [Zhizhi, you are so rich]

Yan Zhizhi: 【Yeah, Zhizhi is really rich. When the wheat is ripe, we will eat noodles every day! 】

The little donkey danced excitedly, almost knocking the stunned Yan Weiming into the ditch.

"Maomao, be careful!"

Yan Zhizhi quickly grabbed the little donkey's tail.

Mao Mao walked back with a guilty conscience, but couldn't help turning her head to see the prince's reaction.

[Zhizhi, what's the matter with your brother? 】

Yan Zhizhi was also puzzled.

She walked to Yan Weiming's side, took his hand, and felt his pulse, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

She was even more puzzled when the result of pulse cutting remained the same as before.

"Zhizhi... No, Uncle Liu," Liu Mao introduced himself on the way here, and Yan Weiming looked at him excitedly, "How much is the yield of good wheat here?"

Liu Mao shook his head, "I don't know either. These good seeds were sent by Doctor Yan at the end of autumn and early winter last year. This is the first time we planted them."

Yan Weiming's eyes froze. He dared to plant such a large area for the first time. Could it be that the genius doctor Yan had predicted the output of these wheats, so he dared to do so?
"Wheat? Better seed?"

The whirring sound of milk interrupted his contemplation.

"It's like squeaky seeds."

Yan Zhizhi finally pulled out the memory of last year with great effort.

She heals patients and accumulates merit, and every time the accumulated merit reaches a certain number, she will randomly drop a reward.But I'm so angry, the things that drop every time are either blueprints or seeds or things she can't understand.

Last year, she subconsciously grabbed a handful of wheat seeds that fell into half a small warehouse and put them in her mouth, but it was unpalatable, so she ran away angrily.It was the master who came to ask her why there was so much wheat in the warehouse.

"Aww, Zhizhi remembered," she suddenly realized, "Master replaced all the wheat seeds with a bag of sugar and Zhizhi."

As she said that, she smacked her little mouth, and fell into memories with the little donkey, "That candy is so delicious!"

Little donkey: [Isn't it, next time you should exchange two packs with Master]

Yan Zhizhi nodded earnestly, [I learned it, I learned it! 】

Yan Weiming: "..." His silly sister!
Although he wondered how his sister could have these wheat seeds, he couldn't wait to go to the field to check the wheat, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the wheat was too lush.

Liu Mao very consciously invited an old farmer, and even acted as an interpreter to explain for the old farmer with a heavy accent.

"Old Qian said that our Dacheng's wheat usually bears two or three ears, and the number of grains per ear is less than ten. The yield is about two stones per mu."

In fact, the fields are divided into upper, middle and lower, different regions, different preparations before planting, and different wheat yields.In some places that are too barren, the yield of wheat may be less than one stone per mu. In the past few years, there were also miracles in some places, with the yield reaching three stones per mu.

Yan Weiming could see it clearly, "But there are three or four ears hanging on it, and the number of grains per ear... must be more than ten. Look at this, there are a total of eighteen grains! That mu yield..."

Liu Mao translated the old farmer's words again, "If there are no accidents, the yield of these wheat per mu can reach five shi, or even more."

　This article is empty, so it is easier to calculate that 1 stone is equal to 100 catties. In real history, the weight represented by 1 stone is different in each dynasty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)