Undead Farm

"A pound of potatoes can probably sell 30 copper..."

A pound of 30 copper?

In the third night, it is calculated that 1 potato yield is 10 kg, 1 plot 250 kg is 75 silver, and this only takes 5 days to harvest, which is equivalent to earning 15 silver per day.

"Good less..."

"You still think less?!" Weng Lingbai said.

"The normal price of a pound of animal meat is about 60 copper to 70 copper. This potato can be sold as 30 staples as a staple food. You must know that even the ground wheat flour is 20 copper. Are you profiting? Big landlord!"

The actual control of Lorraine’s collar has been changed to the night, so she said that there is nothing wrong with the bigger landlord at night.

The night three smiled more slyly, and pointed at the pepper and asked: "What about the pepper? How much can I sell?"

"Chilli this seasoning is not a staple food, generally not sold according to the price of a catty." Weng Ling corrected.

"If you have a price, 1 copper coin."

At night, the eyebrows were raised and raised. This is beyond his expectation, so a small pepper can be worth 1 copper coin!

It seems to be rare, but it is less weighty, but he is relieved to think of other people's monotonous recipes.

But unfortunately, his current pepper tree can only have about one hundred peppers at a time, and it can't be harvested like normal peppers. Once the plants are harvested, they will wither automatically, so that...

At night, he lowered his body and wrote and painted with a wooden stick, and muttered to himself while writing:

“A pepper tree produces about 100 peppers. It needs to be planted for two and a half days. The harvest can sell 25 silver coins. The potatoes have just been 75 silver coins, and wheat...”

At night, he looked up and scratched his head at the small wheat field that was still harvesting.

Weng Ling seems to know what he is thinking. He walked straight and took a bunch of wheat back and squeezed it.

"The quality is good, the output is OK, you should have more than 1,250 pounds of wheat."

Night three even widened his eyes: "With this you can estimate it? And so accurate?"

"Of course, I am the daughter of the peasant!"

Weng Ling proudly stood upright, but then his eyes were a little dazed.

“When I was studying at the St. Silver Church, I often ran to the outside of Putian to work with the farmers, so I learned a lot and estimated the output is just a simple matter.”

Putian around the Church of St. Silver has the most fertile land and the most experienced peasants, but it is also a wonderful thing for Weng Ling to sneak out and learn to farm without studying the Holy Light.

"That..." The night three scratched his head. "How do you see me here?"

"How do I know how you want to plant? The situation here is different from what I have seen!" Weng Lingbai said.

At night, I thought about it. Also, the scent farm can ignore the weather and land conditions and accelerate the planting without any difference. Many of Weng Ling’s experiences are not applicable, but...

"How do these wheats thresh? Is it a grain pick or two people holding wheat ears and pumping each other?"

Hey!

In the distance, Bade suddenly snorted, and at night, he looked back strangely, but saw that she had already turned around.

"You! Eat hoes so fast, but don't understand anything about farming?"

Weng Ling sighed and saw that the Goblins had already harvested the wheat, so they pointed to the wheat bales on the ground.

"Let them collect the wheat and load it, I will teach you!"

"Oh……"

......

Under the guidance of Weng Ling, this expert has once again opened a new horizon.

It turns out that wheat is so threshed.

Weng Ling first let the night three command Goblin to transport all the wheat ears to an open space at the west gate of Lorraine City, and then dumped on the ground with a layer of white stone.

After using the agricultural fork to spread a small pile of wheat spikes as a demonstration, Weng Ling did not know where to push a large wooden ball of one person, and went directly to the wheat on the ground.

As the wheat is continuously crushed and turned, a grain of wheat is crushed and the threshed wheat straw is separated. At this time, only a pile of mixed chaff and grain is left on the ground. Heap of wheat.

But this is not the end. Weng Ling asked the Goblins to continually throw the wheat on the ground with a shovel. With the breeze blowing along the wall, the fluttering chaff and broken rods were blown to the side. The ground leaves brown wheat grains.

"Probably this is the case, but I suggest that you put the wheat in the sun for a while and then crush it and thresh it, which will be wasted less."

"As for these straws..." Weng Ling pointed to the pile of wheat straw that had been crushed into a mass of broken rods: "You can burn wood or use it to feed cattle."

"There are those peppers, I also recommend that you dry them up as soon as possible, potatoes..."

On the third night, I raised my hand and interrupted Weng Ling: "I understand this, I will plant it first, and the rest will be preserved in the shade."

"That was not what I meant……"

Weng Ling gave him a glance, then licked his lips and looked at his hands with anticipation:

"I mean, shouldn't we taste the taste of these things first?"

Night three more: ...

As it turns out, Night Three still underestimated Weng Ling's cooking skills.

Using their poor ingredients, Weng Ling actually prepared a whole five dishes:

The first is the wheat head in the morning. The rough taste contains thick wheat scent. Although the wheat husk that is occasionally chewed has some mouth, but it has a bit of chewy aftertaste.

Followed by the outer Jiao Li Nen, tearing off the epidermis and emitting a burst of rich starchy roast potatoes, as long as you sprinkle a little bit of crispy ground chili powder, even the night three almost bite their tongue ~www .readwn.com~ There are also oily and light meat, fat and thin, eat salty and refreshing appetizing spicy fried bacon, chew a piece, and then drink a mouthful of soft wheat porridge, pay attention to the image of Bede also have to continue A sigh of porridge.

The most eye-catching thing is that the last bacon grain is mixed with mashed potatoes, and the mashed sweet potato mash is mixed with more or less baked crispy bacon, so that each mouth has a different feeling. .

This mouthful of meat is full of crispy mouth, and the next bite of meat is full of aroma, so people feel a little adventure in the process of eating.

"Delicious!"

Although the taste of the night is more passivated, compared with the previous taste, such as chewing wax, he is still clear.

Bede is even more exaggerated, eating and eating, suddenly a red eye, quickly pulled a large bowl of spicy fried rice bacon into his bowl and then held the bowl and did not know where to go.

As for Lao Gu and Dong Dian Xi, these three guys are squatting on the side of the night to explain the wheat head...

"How do they only eat gimmicks?" Weng Ling was puzzled.

Goblin does not eat things, she can understand, maybe there is a unique way to solve the night, but what happened to them?

Even she has overcome the resentment of the magic mouse meat, there is no reason that they do not move a little meat?

“Is it because the dishes I made are not good?”

"No, no, you misunderstood,"

On the night of the third day, the rest of the spicy fried bacon was blown into the mouth more quickly, and it was ambiguous:

"They are just practicing, and the name of the practice is:"

"Gentle desire..."