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Chapter 115 Let me take it easy(1/2)

"Mom! Tell me! We all listen to you."

"That's right. Yesterday I went to the capital city and I saw a stranger who bought some things. Your father brought them back at that time, but they were too few and had no experience. In the end, only one of them lived and could not be preserved. But if they were planted well, we would not worry even in the mountains.

Even in the year of disaster, you can still eat enough, and acre of land can have at least seven or eight thousand kilograms of grain."

Old Mrs. Wang knew that her granddaughter had made out the sweet potatoes and potatoes.

This is on the table.

Wang Xiaoqing immediately took out the potatoes and sweet potatoes he put in yesterday from his backpack.

Wang Pengju took it suspiciously and looked left and right.

"Mom! It's just this round thing? I've never seen it before! Can it be eaten?"

Wang Pengfei didn't understand farming, and even if he went to the field, his children would go to the field. They didn't have much land at first, and he had to teach in a private school, so he didn't have time to care about these things.

"You can eat, my mother has eaten it! Your father brought it back to me. He can be eaten as a vegetable or a grain, and can be eaten as a meal. At least he can't be hungry, and he is not picky about land. He has a high yield of drought tolerance. I heard that a mu of land can produce seven or eight thousand kilograms. If that is the case, we won't have to live hungry this winter.

Besides, if we plant it, we can still sell it to the nobles in the city and make money! We can repair the house before the winter begins.

Otherwise, in winter, it will take a moment of snow! The house may collapse. Since we want to settle down, we must make good plans. There are so many things to buy at home."

All Mrs. Wang could think of is said.

Wang Pengju's eyes were full of surprises. He had never thought about making money or something, but it would be great if he could eat enough.

I just feel like I'm bragging.

One acre of seven or eight thousand kilograms! That's not a joke.

It is a good year, and their grain harvest of up to 1,000 kilograms per acre is the best.

Only when the land is fertile and the water is beautiful, the year is beautiful, and it is indispensable.

That was when God met once in more than ten years.

Now acre of land is seven or eight thousand kilograms.

Then he can't become a god.

"Mom, if it's really OK, I'll take care of these things even if I try my best. You can do whatever you say."

Wang Pengju actually didn't believe it.

But now it has reached this point, how bad can it be?

It’s not that there is still this wave of summer harvest in the field, they can’t starve to death anyway.

At most it is a waste of effort and time.

Their farmers are still afraid of this!

Old Mrs. Wang nodded, "Also, the old god has also taught Xiaoqing a skill. We went out to see it today. I think that if you can do it, it is to suffer. But if you do it well, it is a way to make money. I think you brothers and Han brothers will discuss it. If you are not afraid of suffering, I will let Xiaoqing teach you, but brothers will settle the score clearly.

Xiaoqing's craftsmanship will be made in the future, and Xiaoqing will have to account for 30% of the stocks, otherwise it will be unreasonable."

The old lady planned for her granddaughter that if she was gone, Wang Xiaoqing could survive.

Wang Pengju was stunned. Do you have any skills?

Wang Pengfei was also stunned. This old god had too many methods.

This is what everyone taught their daughters.

What's their daughter so lovely?

"What craft?"

It also needs to see if they can do it.

If they embroider, they can't do it.

It can't be done without discussion.

"It's making paper!"

Wang Pengfei immediately stood up, "What? Mom, what did you say?"

He thought his ears were broken.

He is the most sensitive to these scholars.

"Make paper!"

Wang Xiaoqing said it again with determination.

"Xiaoqing, are you talking about making paper? Rice paper is made of paper?"

Wang Pengfei felt overjoyed.

He doesn't know whether it's hard or not! He just knows that paper is expensive.

A scholar like him spends a lot of money on it every year.

When he was studying, those papers cost two or three taels of silver every month.

An ordinary family earns only a dozen taels of silver a year.

Not enough for a scholar to buy paper.

It is conceivable how expensive paper is.

Wang Pengju was even more frightened.

Making paper?

Oh my God! Let him dizzy for a while.

That's making paper.

You have to know how expensive paper in the Great Yan Kingdom is.

Those paper merchants are all very rich people.

The craftsmanship of making paper is an untold secret.

The master who makes paper can earn at least five taels of silver a month, and he must serve him with delicious food and drink.

Now their young youth meeting?

Isn’t their family an ordinary farmhouse?

Why is everything so amazing now?

"Mom, please let me slow down!"

Wang Pengju stood up and went out to the yard.

I felt dizzy in front of me for a long time.

That's paper.

It's not that he dreams.

"Brother! What did you say to you? Why didn't you call me quietly? Am I not my son?"

The second son Wang Pengwang appeared! He looked aggrieved.

In the yard next to him, he had already seen the eldest brother rushing to the yard of the third family. If it weren't the old lady, the eldest brother could not rush over like this.

Whose family is not busy cleaning the yard now?

He was a little absent-minded when he cleaned the walls of the yard at home.

It's raining and can't do it anymore.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved.

I thought his mother would send someone to call him soon.

Who knows there isn't at all.

He came.

Wang Pengwang felt that his presence was getting weaker and weaker now, and his mother didn't take him seriously at all.

He was afraid that the eldest and the third brother would be together, and their second wife would suffer losses in the future.

I didn't pay attention to my mother when she was splitting up.

"Don't talk so badly anymore. Mom will naturally have plans for her. We will do whatever she says. If you are not happy, go in and find Mom. You can't tell me. I will listen to Mom."

Wang Pengju hasn't recovered yet.

Tone of agitated.

Wang Peng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him.

"Look for it, I'll go find my mother!"

Wang Pengwang opened the curtain and went in.

Wang Xiaoqing and Wang Pengfei have already gone out.
To be continued...
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