On the high platform, Tian Feng's voice was already hoarse after introducing the previous items. However, his sudden energy at this time made people look at him.
What kind of item can cause psychological fluctuations in people like Tian Feng?
Under everyone's doubtful and expectant gaze, Tian Feng lifted off the last piece of white cloth.
Grandpa Xie and others were standing on the side of the high platform at this time. When they saw the objects under the white cloth, even if they were knowledgeable and well-informed, they could not help but be a little stunned at this moment.
Because there were more than a dozen clay pots placed under the white cloth, and inside the clay pots were black soil and seedlings.
After all, Old Man Xie had walked across more bridges than others, and he had already recognized a few of the seedlings.
In fact, he is not the only one to recognize it. Several people here are the ones who control the rise and fall of the family.
An elder of the Fan family came closer, looked at the crisp seedlings, pointed to one of them, and said, "Is this wheat?"
When Tian Feng saw this, he cupped his hands and said, "Not bad."
The old man from the Fan clan frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "No, the branches and leaves of these wheat seedlings are wrong."
Tian Feng looked at the several clan elders who came forward, bowed their hands again, and then said with a smile: "If it is an ordinary wheat seedling, Tian would not dare to call it a strange thing."
"Oh, I wonder what's different about these wheat seedlings?" Another clan elder asked curiously.
Tian Feng directly raised the wheat seedling and the pottery pot, and said loudly: "As far as I know, the average yield of an ordinary wheat field is only about ten stones per acre. I wonder if this is true?"
Several clan elders nodded one after another, and many experienced bankers and farmers in the audience also nodded in agreement.
Someone else responded: "Ten shi is enough for God to eat. If we don't weed and water carefully, the harvest will be 7 or 8 shi at most. If it's less, there may be no harvest."
Tian Feng smiled and nodded to the man, and then said: "The wheat seedling I brought to you today, as long as it is taken care of properly or handed over to an experienced farmer, the yield will be at least twenty shi per acre."
As mentioned before, one stone in the Eastern Han Dynasty weighed about thirty kilograms. The twenty stones here are actually only six hundred kilograms.
In the same area in later generations, it was normal for the wheat yield to be 900 to 1,100 kilograms per mu, but that was only if there was sufficient fertilizer.
Wei Cheng has already asked the masters on the Internet. If it is cultivated land beside the Yellow River, with sufficient water, it is easy to produce six to seven hundred kilograms per mu. Of course, weeding and weeding and insect control are necessary.
All are indispensable.
Twenty stones, fully doubled.
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole square suddenly became noisy, and many people looked surprised.
Especially for the mountain people in some mountainous areas, the food they grow throughout the year is just enough for the family to eat and drink. Even if there is a surplus, it is not too much.
Now that the income has tripled, then...
They were not the only ones, the aristocratic family was also surprised and happy. Old Madam Xie and the others were relatively calm. They looked at the wheat seedlings in Tian Feng's hands and turned their attention to the other seedlings.
Tian Feng smiled and could see everyone's joy from the bottom of their hearts. He felt that he had made a wise choice and followed the right person. Only with Wei Cheng could he show his ambition!
"This crop is called corn, and the yield per mu can reach thirty stones. Moreover, corn has many wonderful uses. The fruits can be eaten, the stalks can be fattened, and it can also be made into winter feed..."
Pat!
Tian Feng clapped his hands and glanced at the steward behind him.
The steward bowed his hands respectfully, then immediately turned around and walked off the platform, just as everyone was confused.
Suddenly, someone came out of an inn next to the square carrying a dozen large pots, and a sweet smell filled the air.
The steward came back with a tray in his hand, with several boiled corns on it, filled with steam.
Tian Feng picked up two and handed them to Grandpa Xie and the Cai clan respectively, and then said with a smile: "You can try it. This corn is not only filling, but also has a hint of sweetness. It can be steamed or ground into powder."
Cooked into porridge, it’s a good choice.”
Several clan elders eagerly took a piece of corn, followed Tian Feng's example, put it in their mouths and took a bite.
The same is true in the audience. Although not everyone can get a piece of corn, under the operation of the stewards, a corn is cut into seven or eight small pieces, allowing more people to have the opportunity to try this novel food.
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Those who didn't get the corn eagerly asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
The people eating the corn had unfinished expressions on their faces. They had never seen such sweet food in their lives. Unfortunately, it was only a small portion, which was not enough for them to stuff it in one mouthful.
Some people even stuffed the leftover meat into their mouths. Fortunately, the stewards noticed it in time.
On the high platform, Tian Feng laughed loudly and said: "This stem can be eaten even if it is cooked thoroughly, but I don't recommend you to use it at the moment. It is better to use this thing to feed pigs, hahaha."
The old farmer didn't take it seriously. He bit off the stalks in one bite and raised his head and said, "Sir, you don't know. For poor people like us, the corn stalks are already quite delicious. At least they are better than the tree roots."
,Hahaha."
When Tian Feng heard this, a trace of pity arose in his heart, and he said to the old farmer: "Old man, do you have any land at home?"
The old farmer was stunned for a moment, raised his head and bowed respectfully, and responded with piety and awe: "Thanks to the grace of Lord Wei, now we look at the mountain villages, and every household has more than ten acres of cultivated land, and life has become much better."
Ever since Dong Zhuo gave Bingzhou to him in order to win over Wei Cheng, Wei Cheng issued a new decree, in which the tax revenue was also adjusted. It is impossible not to collect it. The farming tax in Bingzhou and Hedong has been tentatively set at 10%.
It's extremely low.
Mountain people are different from farmers. Farmers are generally tenant farmers raised by nobles from aristocratic families. They have superior production conditions and have the highest yield per mu of the same land. However, mountain people farm on dry land. Because there is no unified management, the yield per mu is generally lower.
Crotch.
In the past, old farmers said that they had to rely on the weather to make a living. In fact, it was the helplessness of the mountain people, because the better land, fertile soil close to water sources and rivers, was basically occupied by aristocratic families.
Tian Feng cupped his hands, bowed to the old farmer, and then said: "My father-in-law, you are here at the right time today. I have a crop with a yield of one hundred stones per mu. I wonder if my father-in-law has the courage to take it back and cultivate it?"
"How much?" Old Mrs. Xie exclaimed.
The corner of Tian Feng's mouth raised slightly, he raised his head and glanced at Wei Cheng, and then said decisively: "You heard me right, it is indeed a crop with a yield of one hundred stones per mu, and there are two kinds of crops. The most important thing is that they are both suitable
Planted on dry land.”
At this time, Tian Feng walked to the high platform and clapped his hands again.
"Hearing is not enough, seeing is believing. Everyone, let us taste the taste of these two crops."
It was the same inn. Dozens of men dressed as boys came out pushing cupcake carts, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.
Wei Cheng, who was standing on the teahouse, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Roasted sweet potatoes, full of memories!
Wei Cheng signaled Dian Wei to go down and bring two up to eat.