The escape system takes me to dig for treasures

Mrs. Song took the bowl full of rice from the maid, turned her head slightly and looked at Song Zhaocheng.

Then he waved his hand, signaling the servants to go down.

Mrs. Song ate her meal slowly without saying anything, waiting for Song Zhaocheng to speak himself.

Song Zhaocheng sighed, "If there really is such a rice seed that can produce 3,000 kilograms of grain, it is estimated that not only will people's livelihood not be improved, but I am afraid that the Great Chu will perish even faster."

Of course, this refers to submitting it to the imperial court.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Now the emperor has no time to care about state affairs and is obsessed with alchemy.

Food is a major issue of people’s livelihood. After thinking it through, Song Zhaocheng no longer has the idea of ​​handing it over directly to the court.

If there is really a grain that can produce 3,000 kilograms per mu, no, let alone 3,000 kilograms, even if it can produce 1,500 kilograms per mu, we must try our best to hide it.

Mrs. Song continued to stop. Since Jiang Li told her about the rice seeds, Mrs. Song also wanted to promote it.

She also had self-knowledge. If she didn't tell Song Zhaocheng, relying on her own efforts, she might not be able to promote it even after a hundred years.

It was probably leaked even before it was promoted.

"Don't we have thousands of acres of farmland in our hometown? Even before the promotion, we can directly plant this variety and wait for the harvest. Even if the news leaks out, it will be difficult for someone to destroy it."

If one thousand acres of land can produce 1,500 kilograms of grain, that would be a huge amount.

Mrs. Song saw that Song Zhaocheng had such an idea, so she said, "If I say that there is such a seed, do you really agree to use our fields to try it?"

Song Zhaocheng originally just wanted to relieve his inner anger, but when he heard the meaning of his wife's words, he paused.

I still couldn't believe it, but deep down I felt a little excited, "Are you kidding me?"

Song Zhaocheng asked with a smile, looking at Mrs. Song's expression again.

"You are so old, why should I make fun of you?"

Mrs. Song pursed her lips and shook her head helplessly.

Song Zhaocheng paused in mid-air and swallowed, "Do you know how many kilograms of grain can be produced from one acre of good farmland now?"

"One acre of good land can produce only 370 kilograms of grain, and that's before the grain is shelled."

As Song Zhaocheng spoke, he simply put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

Mrs. Song understood Song Zhaocheng's shock and listened to him continue.

"Does one kilogram of rice seeds you mentioned produce three thousand kilograms of grain or one thousand five hundred kilograms of grain, with or without the husk?"

As he said this, he thought again: "Have you been fooled? Maybe what they are talking about is the rice that has just been harvested from the fields and has not been threshed yet." Still with the rice ears and rice stalks.

It is possible to produce 3,000 kilograms per acre.

Thinking of this, Song Zhaocheng was certain that his wife had been cheated by some unscrupulous businessman outside.

Mrs. Song was also a little nervous after hearing what Song Zhaocheng said.

Indeed, the gap between these two numbers is not just a little bit, it is almost ten times.

But the person who provided the rice seeds was Jiang Li, and Jiang Li had nothing to gain from it. No one asked her for money for the 200 kilograms of rice seeds she provided.

"That shouldn't be the case. These rice seeds were given by Gracilaria."

Mrs. Song hesitated for a moment and mentioned Jiang Xi to make her statement more convincing.

When Song Zhaocheng heard this, he was completely stunned.

Indeed, Mrs. Song had previously trusted Jiang Xi too much, so she did not think much about it after being shocked.

Now, after hearing what Song Zhaocheng said, the couple looked at each other and didn't eat dinner.

Mrs. Song asked someone to call Jiang Xi over.

The Jiang family has the habit of studying together. Even after arriving in the capital, Mrs. Song arranged a separate courtyard for their family.

When the servant came to call them, Jiang Xi and his friends had just finished dinner and were sitting in the yard reciting lessons to each other, asking questions, and occasionally chatting and sharing their experiences during the day.

When Jiang Xi heard Mrs. Song asking her to come over so late at night, she felt a little strange.

When I entered Mrs. Song's yard, I saw Prime Minister Song was there too.

When I entered the house, the food on the table had hardly been touched.

"Uncle, Aunt, is there anything you two want me to do?"

As soon as Jiang Xi entered the room, he greeted the two of them and then asked.

Song Zhaocheng and his wife looked at each other, then said to Jiang Xi, "Let's go to the study and talk."

He took Jiang Xi to the study.

In the study, Mrs. Song took out a small bag of the 100 kilograms of rice seeds that Jiang Li had given her, which she had kept for herself.

"Ah Li, I have already mentioned the rice seeds to your uncle Song. Now your uncle Song has a few questions for you."

As she spoke, Mrs. Song saw that the atmosphere was a bit serious, so she gently patted the back of Jiang Xi's hand to comfort him.

Jiang Xi smiled gently at Mrs. Song.

After hearing what his wife said, Song Zhaocheng relaxed his expression a little, so as not to scare Jiang Xi.

"Ali, can you introduce this seed to us again?"

Jiang Xi nodded, "Uncle, aunt, please sit down first."

The couple sat down at the round table in the study, on which was placed a small bag of rice seeds with its mouth open.

Jiang Xi slowly introduced the two people, "Compared with the common rice varieties we have, the biggest feature of this rice seed is its high yield. Ordinary rice can produce 350 to 500 kilograms of grain per mu."

Five hundred kilograms is the limit, the highest record. The field must be fertile enough, cared for carefully, and it must be early rice. Late rice is generally weaker.

"The rice I brought can produce up to 3,000 kilograms per mu after threshing. Of course, the prerequisite is that the fields are fertile enough and the crops are taken care of carefully."

If you don't pay attention to the crops in the fields, even the best seeds will be wasted.

Song Zhaocheng raised his second question after hearing this, "Ali, how does this rice achieve such a high yield per mu? Is it because enough trees were planted during the sowing and planting, or is it because each rice plant produces enough grain?"

Song Zhaocheng got to the bottom of the matter.

Jiang Xi didn't expect that he would notice this problem. When she first told Mrs. Song about it, Mrs. Song had never asked these questions.

Mrs. Song was a lady from a wealthy family, but she was also good at handling swords and guns. Although she was not like those young ladies from wealthy families in the capital who never left the house, she had been to the countryside and seen how crops were planted and grown.

However, she had never planted it herself, so she couldn't think of these problems.

Of course, ordinary farmers would not think so much.

Song Zhaocheng developed his multi-faceted thinking ability through his daily work in handling official duties, and he also worked in the fields with his family when he was young.

That’s why we can take these issues into consideration.

Jiang Li happened to have grown vegetables in his own garden before, otherwise he would not be able to answer Song Zhaocheng's questions.