Siheyuan: from Out-of-print Stamps to Big Collectors

A grid, full of rice, a full 1000 catties!

This is still the output under the blessing of Lingquan Space. If there are other rice grains, there is not so much output. I have to admit that Mr. Yuan can really be a god. It's a joke in modern times.

But in this era, you must know that most of the yield per mu is only about 200 kilograms.

That's quite a lot.

This has to be modernized. Under the environment of Lingquan space, if the yield per mu is not more than 1500 kilograms, it is considered that He Yuhao's space is fake!

The growth cycle of rice is 90 to 140 days!

But in He Yuhao's space, basically 60 days can be mature, how long is that?

Real world, 2 days!

2 catties of rice in 1000 days!

He Yuhao's current rice has accumulated a full 9000 catties!

4.5 tons!

This is still the rice I just got, otherwise He Yuhao will have more rice.

With a wave of his hand, part of the unhusked rice that flowed down was quickly buried in the water. To what extent is He Yuhao's ox, that is, using spiritual spring water to grow rice, otherwise the yield would not be so high.

But limited by the variety, this yield is really not high!

After everything was done, He Yuhao extracted 50 catties of rice, which tasted the best, and then went to Fang Hui's house with various things.

time for dinner!

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ps: I got up, it’s all big chapters, and the overnight codeword mode is turned on!force.

Chapter 60: All members gather! (8/10 for subscription)

Walking in the direction of Fang Hui's house, He Yuhao was in a good mood.

Suddenly, He Yuhao was stunned. He saw a man, an old man, who was icy and snowy, setting up a stall on the side of the road.

It is not uncommon to set up a stall, but it is rare to set up a stall on the side of the road.

Now, we are strictly guarding against the capitalists. Only public houses are allowed to set up stalls, and private ones are not allowed. This is called speculation!

But when he looked up, He Yuhao was instantly happy.

This is one or three masters!

Although he is not the third master, but this old man is selling words!

But he didn't write the words for sale, he just wrote "help with writing letters, couplets, etc., just give some polish and material loss".

In fact, there are many businesses in this industry, and they are found all over the country. These days, let alone WeChat mobile phones, there is no phone call, and communication is done by telegrams, and it is very expensive. Letters are naturally the best. Many friends and relatives are from all over the world, so it becomes normal to write letters.

However, He Yuhao's eyes widened because of the writing in the old man's book!

"Young man, do you want to write a letter or something? Or you can write couplets or blessing characters. You can just polish the pen a little bit. Anything is fine!"

The old man's life is indeed not easy. Seeing the various fruits and vegetables that He Yuhao was carrying, he subconsciously swallowed.

He Yuhao, however, was eyeing that piece of ink.

"Old man, can I see your ink?"

This is a round cake ink, it is round, such ink is rare!

First of all, it is necessary to understand that pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and pen generally refer to brushes, and paper does not need to be said more.

This ink and inkstone, many people can't tell the difference, especially the ink in the shape of a round cake, which makes people think that this is an inkstone.

The so-called inkstone is the thing that holds the ink, also called the inkstone table, add a little water, and then take the ink stick and grind it on it, so that the water can be turned into ink.

Ink is an ink stick, you can understand it as chalk.

Therefore, the general ink sticks are cylindrical, or cuboid, and rarely have the shape of a round cake.

"Okay, look, but be careful, this is the old man I eat!"

I'm afraid this is an old pedant. To tell the truth, such a person will suffer next year.

He Yuhao picked it up. At first, he was just curious. The ink sticks for the round cake were rare, but now, He Yuhao's eyes lit up.

"Father, let me ask, with Mo Ding, do you have a box?"

"Box? Yes!"

The old man took out a box from the side and handed it to He Yuhao. He Yuhao took it, looked at it carefully, and then widened his eyes in surprise.

Sure enough, this is a box of red sandalwood, and this ink ingot has not been used much.

"Master, this ink ingot has just been unsealed!"

"Yeah, it's not New Year's Eve, and I really don't have any money left at home, so I opened a new ink ingot, with a new look in the New Year, I came out to write and write, hoping to earn a living!"

Looking at He Yuhao's bag, the old man envy for a while.

Fifty kilograms of rice in that generation alone is enough for the elderly to eat for several months.