Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 1435 Betting (Happy birthday to book friend "Wang Chunting")

Man Bao thought for a while and said, "But my father said that farming is the root. My 4th brothers have to plant the land at home if they want to go out to do business. They make a lot of money from doing business, but I always want to If it becomes easy for businessmen to make money, wouldn’t it be true that many people will leave their land to run their businesses? What about food?”

Bai Shan nodded, "This is exactly what I am worried about, so I still have to find a way to increase grain production. Unfortunately, new wheat seeds are just a kind of seed, and I have looked at our Zhuangzi account book statistics over the years, and the grain seeds seem to be deteriorating. ."

  Man Baodao: "This is not degenerating, but adapting."

  Bai Shan doubts, "Adapt?"

Man Bao nodded and said confidently: "It is adapting to our environment and evolving into a grain that is more suitable for our local growth and handing down. Haven't you noticed the difference between the highest and lowest yields of wheat fields in the past? These two years? It has stabilized a lot."

  Bai Shan recalled the data, and it was true.

  He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I thought you are only focusing on medicine now, have you gone to look at the account books any time?"

  Man Bao bowed her head a little embarrassedly. She noticed it when she checked the accounts during the Chinese New Year, but she did not go back to check one by one, but asked Keke directly.

  This explanation is also given by Keke.

  The highest yield of new wheat varieties has come down, but its heredity is more suitable for the local environment. In the east, west, south and north, wherever suitable for growing wheat is slowly evolving into suitable local wheat varieties.

  And the yield is much higher than the original wheat.

  Man Baodao: "Before I came out, I asked Bai Zhuangtou to stare at people to choose the best wheat seeds? I believe that year after year, the future wheat seeds will only get better and better."

  Bai Shan nodded. Wheat is the main food for people north of the Yangtze River. The output of rice is not as good as wheat. Now that new wheat varieties have flowed to various places, its effect will be revealed in the past two years.

  If ten acres of land could only feed one person in the past, but now maybe only five acres are used, then there will be a lot of more grain, which will naturally be available for commercial use.

Bai Shan thought of this, stopped writing, pulled a piece of white paper to calculate, Man Bao lay outside the window and said to him: "But it is not enough to increase the output of new wheat and one kind of grain alone, at least this increase in output is not enough. Yes, if you want to benefit business, you have to stabilize the land. Then you have to reduce taxes to farmers. Otherwise, under the heavy benefit, the land will be abandoned.

  She said: "You forgot the books we read. How many dynasties were killed by the rich family?"

  Bai Shan smiled and said, “That’s just a pseudo-historical story. How can it be taken seriously?”

  Man Bao looked at him seriously and said, "Then do you think that writing is reasonable?"

  Bai Shan paused, and began to frown and think.

Man Baodao: "Look, you think it's reasonable. Use it when you are self-interested, and say it is a pseudo-historical text when it is disadvantageous to yourself. Then we will not talk about the text, but just say our official history. How did it die?"

  Aristocratic family was destroyed by the uprising, and the current royal family Li is the Longxi family, a noble family.

  Man Bao said again: "How did you destroy it again?"

  A coincidence, it was also destroyed by the powerful, and it was the father-in-law who robbed the son-in-law and grandson from the throne.

  Man Bao: "How can it be destroyed again and again?"

   was even more chaotic. The later emperors were all puppets of the family, and finally the dynasty was destroyed by a group of aristocrats.

  Man Bao said, "You see, the same is true for official history."

  She directly gave him the conclusion of the article, "I think your article is definitely not good enough."

  Bai Shan raised his eyebrows high and smiled: "That's not necessarily true."

   "Then we bet?"

  Bai Shan: "Just gamble, what do you want to bet on?"

Man Bao thought for a while, but didn't figure out what she was going to bet on. The main reason was that she was reluctant to take out things, so she said, "Gambling is a bad behavior. We bet on other things. If you lose, Mr. will arrange for me next time. You can do your homework for me. If I lose, how about I also do a homework for you?"

  Bai Shan: "...I don't need you to help me with my schoolwork, forget it, or would you give me the dagger?"

  Man Bao flatly refused: "No."

  Bai Shan rolled his eyes and said: "If you lose, then you accompany me to see the peach blossoms in Xuandu Temple. Without anyone else, we will go."

  Man Bao spread a smile and nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

  Mr. Zhuang and Xiang Mingxue came back slowly from the outside. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw the two teenagers talking in one window and the other outside, with smiles on their faces, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

  Mr. Zhuang asked aloud, “Why do you lie on the window and talk and not enter the house in this cold day?”

  At this time, it was the end of February. Although the spring breeze was blowing, unfortunately, it was cold in the past two days and it was still very cold.

  Man Baocai bet to write school assignments, Mr. Zhuang suddenly appeared, scared her agitated, her conscience was too guilty, she got up and stood up, making excuses: "I just said a few words to him."

   After speaking, I found an excuse and ran away.

  Mr. Zhuang watched her run into the garden, then turned his head to look at Bai Shan.

  Bai Shan in the window blushed slightly, and he accepted the homework and said: "I, I have been at the desk for a long time, and I go to the garden to adapt to my eyes."

   also ran away.

  Xiang Mingxue saw that they had all run away, and then smiled at Mr. Zhuang: "You guys are really lively."

  Mr. Zhuang laughed, "The son of Xiang is not very old, but why does he look like an old man?"

  He smiled and said: "You were in the same year, and now your legs and feet are better, should you consider getting a wife?"

Xiang Mingxue didn't expect this to happen to him, and after a pause, he smiled bitterly: "Mr. laughed. I'm just a prostitute now, or a penniless prostitute. Which girl would be willing to marry me? ?"

There are still a lot of   . After all, the autobiography of Xiang Mingxue written by Bai Erlang is now very popular. Although most of the people who read it are men, there are also many women who chase the book.

  What's more, the husband in the tea house bought a book to tell the story in the tea house.

  Mr. Zhuang often hears women talking when he goes to the teahouse to drink tea, and I don’t know how good a woman is to marry Xiang Mingxue as his wife.

  So Mr. Zhuang felt that it was not difficult for Xiang Mingxue to marry a wife.

  Furthermore, he didn't think it would be difficult for him to make money. After all, he could organize manpower to assassinate King Yizhou in such a difficult situation, and he was caught three times in a row.

  Now, the court has returned Dongxi Village to him, and some of the properties that were confiscated by the Xiang family because of the destruction of the family have also been returned. It is not difficult for him to make money.

  Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "I don't know what kind of person Xiang Gong likes, I might still be able to match you."

  Xiang Mingxue: ...I would have stopped joking about Bai Shan and Zhou Man.

  Just one sentence caused so many things.

  Man Bao wrote down the bet with Bai Shan today in her notebook at night, so as not to forget it. She felt that as long as the doctor and the doctor of Guozixue were not fools, he would return his article.

  You must win!

  　 Wish book friend "Wang Chunting" a happy birthday, every year today, every year and now, and good health.

  　　 See you at 11 o'clock in the evening

  (End of this chapter)