He Feng carefully held the book in his hand and opened it gently, with an inexplicable light shining in his eyes!
"Your Majesty will be very happy if he sees this book!" He Feng said with emotion.
Qiao Lan didn't intend to say anything high-sounding about serving the country and the people to heighten the atmosphere, but just nodded.
Then the question circled around and returned to the reward.
In addition to the previous reward of salt prescriptions and the reward of this farm letter, Your Majesty may reward you with many things.
Qiao Lan thought seriously for a while: "If Your Majesty really wants to reward me, why not reward me with some people who help me farm the land, and then reward me with some land. I will plant some grain and give it to Your Majesty!"
He Feng still said gently, "Why should your Majesty bother with such a reward? I can get it for the old lady myself."
"I wonder how many people and land the old lady wants? Within my ability, I can prepare them for the old lady."
As soon as He Feng said these words, Qiao Lan was truly moved.
The Duan family's two hundred acres of land is not too much, and they mostly ask the folks from the countryside to help cultivate the land. In addition to the Duan family's land, there are also villagers who have to take care of their own land.
Sometimes they were rushed to work, and many tasks were not only not done well, but also very laborious. Qiao Lan often asked them to rework.
If you train a group of people specifically, it will save a lot of effort.
"Then I'm sorry to bother Mr. He. I wonder how the wages and land rent are calculated?" Qiao Lan asked.
He Feng was looking for people for Qiao Lan because he wanted to give them all to Qiao Lan. He didn't expect that Qiao Lan would discuss wages with him.
There are people who are good at craftsmanship in Beijing, but there are no people who are good at farming. The old lady has trained such a group of people and returned them to him. On the contrary, he has taken advantage.
He Feng smiled and said: "Old Madam, just tell me what kind of land you want, and I will find it for you near Lantian County, and I will pay for it. When the things are collected, Old Madam will just give me two cents."
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These days, the squire rents land to ordinary farmers, usually charging about 30% of the rent, and the 20% price offered by He Feng is not too low.
Qiao Lan thought about the high-quality rice seeds in his hand. The comment given by the system was that under complete cultivation conditions, it could achieve a yield of two thousand kilograms per mu. Based on the current cultivation conditions in Beijing, Qiao Lan felt that he could raise a rice seed.
Qian Jin is pretty good.
She can't plant them all at once, she has to take her time, otherwise the yield will be too scary and hard to explain.
After waiting a few more years and giving two of them to He Feng, it might be possible to produce as much as half an acre of land per acre.
So Qiao Lan nodded directly and agreed.
Qiao Lan: "Master He, please sign a contract!"
For things like this, it's best to establish a written record so that no one takes advantage of anyone else.
He Feng smiled and nodded, watching Qiao Lan draw up the deed, and listening to Qiao Lan's words about signing and printing fingerprints, he slowly took out his seal from his sleeve.
A yellow jade square seal engraved with the auspicious beast Qilin. The whole jade is glowing and looks very valuable.
"I have been hiding something from the old lady. Now that I think about it, I want to make amends to the old lady! My surname is not He, my surname is Helan." He Lanfeng said and took up a pen to write down himself on the deed.
name.
Qiao Lan took a look at the words He Lanfeng on the deed. The handwriting was so strong and powerful that it made people fly like snakes. It was completely different from the cursive calligraphy she had practiced so hard in the past two years!
As for He Lanfeng's surname, Qiao Lan had already guessed that it would not be so ordinary. Even after knowing it today, his expression was very bland.
"Then shall I call Mr. He as Mr. Helan from now on?" Qiao Lan asked.
He Lanfeng stamped his seal on the two pieces of paper, then picked up one of them and put it aside. "In front of this person, the old lady will call me He Feng. If the surname Helan is heard by outsiders, I'm afraid...
It will disturb the old lady’s purity.”
He Lanfeng knew that the old lady was not the kind of person who used his name to do mischief, but his surname was He Lan.
"Okay, Mr. He." Qiao Lan nodded.
Qiao Lan was not interested in He Feng's surname. He Lanfeng did not have the surname in his original memory. Since He Lanfeng was related to the emperor, it could be explained to a certain extent that this surname was not a rebel villain, but a powerful figure.
As for other things, Qiao Lan didn't care much.
"It will take some time for this person to be delivered to you, Madam. If Madam is interested in a place, just tell me and I will arrange for my people to deal with it."
"Thank you, Mr. He!" Qiao Lan saluted respectfully.
"Since the old lady farmed the land for me, why should she be so polite to me?"
After talking about important matters, Qiao Lan treated He Feng to a simple peasant meal and stuffed He Feng with about twenty melons.
Mr. He is not short of money, but there is nothing valuable in the old house, so Qiao Lan can only give him the melons he grew.
Most of the ones Qiao Lan picked were hybridized with the melon seeds produced by the system. They were much sweeter than other ordinary melons in the field. This was the best way Qiao Lan could think of to thank He Feng.
He Feng happily accepted it and stood at the door of the yard with emotion. "I don't know when I will be able to eat the melons grown by the old lady again."
When it comes to melons, Qiao Lan always thinks of the cantaloupe that she has not tasted for many years, so she can somewhat sympathize with He Feng's mood. Qiao Lan sighed and said: "Master He, as long as people are still alive, they will eat it one day."
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As long as she is alive, she will definitely be able to grow melons that are comparable to cantaloupes.
He Feng's eyes changed slightly when he heard Qiao Lan's words. He felt that it was quite profound, but he didn't understand its meaning. He smiled lightly and said, "I would like to borrow the old lady's good words."
Duan Mingjing, who was standing aside, couldn't say anything, so he could only laugh for a while and reluctantly bid farewell to He Feng.
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He Feng had not left Duanjia Village for a few days before he started harvesting rice. Due to this year's insect infestation, the rice in every household's field was damaged a lot. But when everyone harvested it, they found that not only was their yield per mu not less, it was actually higher than in previous years.
A few more pounds.
Everyone was overjoyed, knowing that this was the skill of the old lady of the Duan family, and they all came to the door with their own eggs and duck eggs to thank the old lady.
Compared to the happiness of the villagers, Qiao Lan was not so happy.
Although the Duan family planted rice late, its momentum is no worse than that of other families.
Qiao Lan visits her family's fields every day and has a rough estimate of the grain yield in the fields. The family's fields have not suffered much damage, and with the improved seeds she has sown, it is probably even better than last year.
No one can see it now, but when the harvest comes, it will be completely hidden!
However, the Duan family's harvest this year is much more troublesome than in previous years. Qiao Lan told the villagers that the taller rice seedlings are better. If they are saved as improved seeds for next year, next year will definitely be a good year.
So we need to single out the rice and distinguish it from ordinary rice.
Most of the villagers in Duanjia Village are illiterate, but they all know that their harvest this year depends entirely on the improved seeds exchanged from the Duanjia and Qiao Lan's insect control methods.
They carefully divided the rice one by one, picked out the longer ones from the cut rice seedlings, and put them aside, firmly believing that the old lady of the Duan family would sell them this fine seed.