Seeing General Zhao hesitate to speak, Jiang Xinyan wanted to give him some face, so she said to herself.

"We also have land with poor sunshine or poor soil quality, and the potato yield per acre is about 800 kilograms!"

"Really? Then you just said it was about three thousand catties. I was shocked. Our land is very good, and the yield per mu is about one thousand catties."

Zhao Chengan finally boldly said that if the potatoes grown by Brother Chu were all high-yield, they would have a high yield of more than 3,000.

He almost wanted to cry. When they were planting potatoes, the Southern Barbarians had not yet invaded in large numbers, and the Western Chu had not yet begun to invade.

He led his soldiers to plow the land hard every day, hoping to grow potatoes better.

Because all of them had eaten chicken and potatoes, which not only tasted great, but were also very filling. After eating a meal of wild boar and potatoes, they didn't feel hungry all day long.

Every day, his soldiers would go to the fields to look at the potatoes whenever they had free time. Some of them, like their ancestors, would kneel down and pray to God every day, hoping that the potatoes would sprout.

After the sprouts sprouted, I prayed to God and prayed to the Buddha that the potatoes would bloom and bear fruit. Anyway, it happened every day.

Although Zhao Chengan did not kneel down to pray, he silently prayed in his heart that the potatoes would ripen quickly.

"General Zhao, your potato yield of 1,000 pounds per acre is not bad. After all, you are not professional growers.

There are specialties in martial arts. You are brave generals and your greatest skill is on the battlefield." Jiang Xinyan comforted them.

Chu Lixuan looked dotingly at his little wife showing off proudly, and then looked at the surprised expressions on Zhao Chengan and the lieutenants' faces. Why did he feel like laughing!

There is nothing wrong with the couple farming day and night, but it is not farming day and night as they imagined.

The couple farmed in the space at night, and their high potato yield was due to the water from the spiritual spring.

There are dozens of acres of land in the castle that are not irrigated with spiritual spring water. Only 8,000 kilograms of water was dug out of ten acres of land! The yield per mu is almost 800 kilograms.

Therefore, Zhao Chengan said that their best land has a yield of less than 1,000 kilograms per mu, and their level of potato cultivation is also acceptable.

The most important thing is that the potato seeds are produced in space. What his wife means is that the potato seeds are already improved seeds.

The improved seeds have a much higher yield than the seeds they usually grow. In addition, they have Lingquan Gate, so the yield is super high.

Chu Lixuan likes to see her acting alone. He likes to see her radiant face the most, and his heart is as sweet as honey.

Zhao Chengan was comforted by Jiang Xinyan, and he was very happy because they had been relying on potatoes to eat recently.

"Mrs. Chu, you said that you have planted 100,000 hectares of potatoes. One acre is about three thousand kilograms. One hectare is one hundred acres of land. Then you have planted 10 million acres of potatoes. How many potatoes will you harvest?

ah?"

Zhao Chengan's military advisor bowed down to ask for advice. He was a civil servant with excellent literary talent and the most powerful arithmetic. He was not comparable to these rough and tumble warriors.

However, he couldn't calculate how many there were. Maybe he had figured it out, but he couldn't tell!

Because in their country, Dongchen, there are no numbers above 100 million. Even 100 million is an astronomical number and few people know about it.

The military advisor knew this, but Mrs. Chu and her husband could grow more potatoes than they could even spend hundreds of millions of dollars on!

When Jiang Xinyan heard what the military advisor said, she understood that in ancient times few people used hundreds of millions. The income of ancient people was low, and even numbers above one hundred thousand were rare.

However, the concept of Yi is indeed available in the Spring and Autumn Period. She is not sure if the people here know.

Jiang Xinyan suddenly remembered that the "Kangxi Dictionary" recorded that the word Yi had two concepts, one was 100,000, and the other was 10,000.

There are two methods in the size of 100 million, and their decimals are equal to ten, 100,000 to 100 million, and one billion yuan.

Later, the Beiyang warlords, during the Anti -Japanese War, the situation became more chaotic, and even dragged the word "mega" with the water ...

However, the food of Dongchen Kingdom is measured with stone, which is equivalent to millions of millions.

Because one stone is 127 pounds, such as 1.27 million kg of potato, which is 100,000 stones.

Ten million catties of potatoes in modern times are 100 million, so Dongchen Kingdom is 100,000 stones, which is 100 million.

Jiang Xinyan wanted to cut off the specific number topic. "We planted not only 100,000 hectares of potatoes, but also planting 50,000 hectares of rice. Some rice had just been pregnant.

Some have been harvested, (referring to the rice planted in their space) Our bitter cold land, the yield of rice per mu is not high, and the early rice is about 700 pounds of one acre.

We also planted many seasonal rice, and the output is a bit higher. Some people have harvested rice daily and continue to insert late rice.

We have also reclaimed it with more than 100,000 hectares of forests. We planted corn, soybeans, mung beans, sorghum, corn and some beans.

I also planted watermelon, and watermelon is also mature. Now it is full of harvest every day. We ca n’t eat only tens of thousands of people, so we want to sell some for you.

Our potatoes have been grinded into powder, and they are delicious as flour. Corn also grinds into corn flour, which is convenient to transport.

Today we sold a little rice and corn flour in the small town in front. The people in the town said that the rice was 25 texts and a pound, and the corn flour eighteen text per catty.

Because we didn't bring much, we didn't know the market price, so we sold them all.

In the end, I saw some people made a sin, and there was no text, and I couldn't wait to swallow the rice. "

Zhao Cheng'an and Vice General: "..." This time, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

They also want to swallow the rice! Unfortunately! They have not seen rice with white flowers in half a year.

Houfu sent brown rice, and some are moldy brown rice. Since last month, even mold brown rice has gone!

No wonder, Zhennanhou has an endless food "sell" to the King of the North, and even gives the emperor.

Isn't it that the whole family of Zhennan Hou was exiled to the bitter cold place where the bird did not shit?

They have endless food, better than the four of them, and even better than the general of them!

Which of the outsider! Mother! I also removed the armor and returned to the field to plant the land, no! Let's follow Chu Ye as an outsider!

"Brother Chu, you really have the ability! Wherever you go, our military camp needs food, how do you sell it?" Zhao Chengan also used respect to Chu Liyu.

"How to sell it? It's simple! Don't just use the scale to be called weight, and then how much silver is calculated."

After Jiang Xinyan finished speaking, everyone looked at her. As long as I was not embarrassed, the embarrassment was others.

Zhao Cheng'an and Vice General: "..."
Chapter completed!