When Mrs. Wang brought Wang Kaizhi to Qiao Lan and bluntly said that she was here for Rye, Qiao Lan glanced at Wang Kaizhi and remained silent for a long time.
Qiao Lan took a total of five kilograms of rye from the system and used it all as seeds. For one acre of ten acres of land, five kilograms of rye was planted in less than two cents of land, and now only seven to eight hundred kilograms have been harvested.
One acre of land requires at least thirty kilograms of seeds. Even though Qiao Lan wants to plant all the wheat as seeds next year, she can only plant twenty acres of land.
Twenty acres of land is a small proportion of Qiao Lan's 10,000 acres of land, and an even smaller proportion of the entire capital's farmland.
Even if she doesn't eat a single grain, if she keeps planting like this, it will take several years to grow enough to distribute around the capital.
Wang Kaiyi came up and asked for rye!
To be honest, Qiao Lan really couldn't bear it.
Wang Kaizhi felt very uneasy when he saw that Qiao Lan had not spoken for a long time.
He wanted to give her something as a gift these days to please the old lady, but he never thought of giving her anything. The old lady's only hobby was farming, and she was the best at farming in Beijing.
The old lady has all the rare things in the field.
He even thought about sending the golden hoe over, but he was afraid of being scolded by the old lady, saying that the golden hoe was useless. I heard that the second master of the house got a bad blow when he first learned farming from the old lady.
Curse less.
Standing in front of Qiao Lan, Wang Kaizhi was so tormented that he spoke directly.
"Old madam, I came from Xiliang and served as an official in Xiliang for several years. Xiliang is not like the capital. It is very desolate. The people are all sallow and thin. The soldiers guarding Xiliang are even more hard-working. They get up early in the morning to carry out heavy exercises.
In the afternoon, I carried a hoe and went to the fields to grow grain. I didn’t have enough to eat all year round. When a war broke out, I had nothing to eat. I directly fought with the horses to eat grass and drank muddy water..."
Wang Kaizhi described it vividly, saying how miserable Xiliang was and how short of food it was, and hoped that Qiao Lan could give him some seeds.
After hearing this, Qiao Lan was not very moved, "Is Mr. Wang planning to take this rye back to Xiliangzhong?"
Seeing Qiao Lan mentioning rye, Wang Kaizhi stepped forward to answer enthusiastically. "Exactly! If the old lady gives me rye, I will let every household in Xiliang have rye seeds so that they can have enough to eat!"
"This rye..." Qiao Lan paused slightly, "It's actually not that good."
It doesn't require much fertilization or watering, and the yield per mu can be several thousand kilograms. This is the first time Wang Kaizhi has heard of food with such a high yield per mu! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairy seed.
Wang Kaizhi didn't know why: "Why did the old lady say this!"
Qiao Lan looked at Wang Kaizhi and saw that he was sincere, so she directly explained the reason.
"Although the yield per mu of rye is high, it is not very tasty. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Xiao Wanglangjun to promote rye in Xiliang," Qiao Lan said.
Qiao Lan drew mid-level wheat in the system, but later changed it to rye. The reason why the system agreed so happily is because rye does not account for a high proportion in various staple foods.
Qiao Lan's original world had rye, and the yield per mu was also very high. Compared with wheat and rice, the yield per mu was four to five times higher.
Since rye is easy to take care of and has high yield per acre, why not plant rye on a large area?
The main reason is that it tastes bad.
No one eats wheat directly. Most of what they eat is food made from processed wheat flour. Rye flour is also available, but because it is more unpalatable, its sales volume is lower.
Only people who lose weight eat more, but not for long.
In the name of health, some people add a little rye to fine rice. As for why they don't eat rye directly, it may be because they can't eat it directly.
After all, with delicious rice and pasta, who would suffer every day?
Besides, many people in Beijing do not have stone mills at home, so it is difficult to process wheat. Even after processing, it is still very rough.
No matter how high the output is, I'm afraid everyone will give up after they taste the taste.
"Unpalatable?" Wang Kaizhi looked puzzled. He had eaten a lot of what Nujun grew in recent days. How unpalatable could this rye be?
"Have you ever eaten wheat rice, Mr. Wang? Let's try it today!" Qiao Lan said.
Qiao Lan directly ordered the kitchen to take a bowl of wheat, soak it in water and steam it. By the way, she told him to simply steam it according to the usual method of cooking rice.
The kitchen understood this and took the wheat, washed it, steamed it over high heat, and delivered it in the same time as the rice.
When the steaming hot wheat rice was delivered, the plump and distinct grains of wheat lay in the bowl, peaceful and quiet.
Wang Kaizhi sat at the table, staring at the wheat in the bowl, and then looked up at Qiao Lan.
He knew that this was a test given to him by the old lady, and he could not give up easily!
This is the wheat that was just harvested this year. In order to facilitate storage, each wheat was fully exposed to the sun before being shelled, and most of the moisture was removed, leaving it with an original wheat aroma.
Although the rice is dried and preserved, the rice is soft and glutinous, becomes sticky after being cooked for a while, and is suitable for eating.
Unlike this wheat, the grains are distinct when picked up with chopsticks and are not sticky at all.
Wang Kai only picked up five or six pieces with his chopsticks, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them. He felt that his teeth were very scratched. After eating this bowl, he felt that he was not doing well today.
Usually wheat is soaked and then boiled in water, or it is turned into wheat flour by walking in a stone mill. Even poor people will not eat wheat rice with such distinct grains.
But if he didn't eat it, he would have just given up on the rye. Then he gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl, and started to eat.
Seeing Wang Kaizhi eating happily, Qiao Lan wondered for a moment, does Wang Xiaolang really like to eat boiled wheat? The taste is quite unique!
Wang Kaizhi struggled to finish the wheat in the bowl, put down his bowl and chopsticks, gritted his teeth and said: "Old madam, I've finished eating!"
Qiao Lan: "Is it delicious?"
Wang Kaizhi nodded: "It's delicious!"
Qiao Lan:???
She planned to let Wang Kaizhi taste how unpalatable ordinary wheat was when eaten directly, and then tell him that rye was even more unpalatable than this! After all, it was difficult to describe clearly how unpalatable it was, so it would be better to taste it before talking about it.
Seeing that Wang Kaizhi was eating happily and never put down the bowl, Qiao Lan began to doubt herself.
Is she really picky?
"This rye is more unpalatable than ordinary wheat!" Qiao Lan said seriously.
Wang Kaizhi is also very serious: "As long as it can fill your stomach, it doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not. If the old lady doesn't believe me, you can cook another bowl of rye."
No, she couldn't bear to part with a grain of rye.
Qiao Lan originally planted rye with the intention of planting it among the people in Beijing when the harvest was not good in a few years, so that they could satisfy their hunger. Rye is unpalatable and difficult to promote, and the harvest will be poor, and the people will worry about not having enough to eat. Qiao Lan
Lan doesn't have to worry about not getting any seeds.
The people of Xiliang are also from Beijing, so they can naturally plant. "Since Mr. Wang wants it so much, I can give you an acre of seeds. You can plant them well when you bring them back to Xiliang."
Wang Kaizhi immediately rushed to Qiao Lan and bowed, "I would like to thank the old lady on behalf of the people of Xiliang!"
Qiao Lan nodded slightly, "The people of Xiliang should be grateful to you!"
If it weren't for Wang Kaizhi, this rye would have to wait at least five or six years, or even longer.
But rye alone cannot solve the problem of future famine.
Qiao Lan thought of this and looked at the prestige points in the system. It was still far from the day of redemption.
That night, Wang Kaizhi didn't come to the Duan family's dinner.
Duan Mingjing asked out of curiosity: "Where is Brother Wang Xian? Have you gone home? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"
Mrs. Wang smiled slightly: "My brother is ill and resting in his room!"
Duan Mingjing asked: "What disease?"
Wang had an idea: "Greedy, I'm full."
Everyone in the Duan family looked up when they heard this, their faces a little confused.