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Zhang didn't understand what this output meant, but he knew it very well.

Since ancient times, every dynasty has attached great importance to agricultural production.

High crop yields mean that farmers can fill their stomachs, the country can collect more taxes and grain, can support more troops, and the country will become stronger.

What's more, the output this time has increased by as much as 50%, which is really a huge improvement.

In the past, rice yields in the south were relatively high, with about three shi per mu per year, or about three hundred to four hundred kilograms.

This is because rice in the south is harvested three times in two years, so the average yield is this high.

However, the rice yield in Song Qingning's farm has increased by 50% compared with previous years, which means that the yield per mu exceeds 500 kilograms.

Moreover, these lands are newly reclaimed wastelands and are still far from fertile farmland.

If it is replaced with good farmland, the yield can be increased by another 20%, so the yield per mu will be about 600 kilograms.

How many lives will be saved by such an increase in production? Every time Song Changgeng thought of this, he would be so excited that he could not fall asleep.

The next morning, it was still early and the sky was still shrouded in darkness, but Song Changgeng already had dark circles under his eyes. He paced back and forth in the yard anxiously, eagerly waiting for Song Qingning to get up.

His heart was filled with anticipation and nervousness, as if there was a force driving him and making him unable to calm down.

At this moment, Song Qingning, who was sleeping, keenly noticed the changes in the energy outside. She felt a strange atmosphere permeating the air.

So she woke up early, packed up, walked out of the room, and saw her father wandering in the yard.

When Song Changgeng saw Song Qingning coming out, he couldn't wait to go to the farm to check the situation and confirm whether the news he heard last night was true.

It was not because he did not trust his daughter, but because the matter was so important that he had to witness it in person to feel at ease.

"Qingning, I heard from your mother that the rice yield on your farm has increased by 50%. Is this true?" Song Changgeng's eyes were bloodshot, with a circle of dark circles around them, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement as he looked at Song Qingning.

Feeling her father's nervousness, Song Qingning smiled slightly and answered frankly: "Yes, father, it is true. Do you want to go and see it yourself?" She knew that Song Changgeng cared very much about this news, so she did not keep him in suspense and told him directly and affirmatively.

There was a glimmer of surprise in Song Changgeng's eyes, and he nodded excitedly, completely losing the dignified image that a father usually had.

In fact, Song Qingning thought that her father showed considerable restraint and respect for her. After all, he did not rush directly to Zhuangzi, but came to ask for her opinion first.

This is really rare in this feudal era where children are treated as private property.

However, no matter how anxious they were, the father and daughter ate their breakfast slowly under Jia's watchful eyes before they were allowed to go out.

Song Qingning ordered someone to weigh the harvest again in front of Song Changgeng.

When Song Changgeng saw the output with his own eyes, he was so excited that he could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

"Haha... my dear daughter, you have done a great job! Great! Qingning, how did you grow this? Can you maintain such a yield?"

Song Qingning nodded confidently, "Don't worry, father. I have the planting records sorted out here. As long as this seed is properly taken care of, the yield will only increase."

Song Changgeng was very satisfied. He paced back and forth, thinking about how to proceed, muttering to himself.

Without disturbing his thoughts, Song Qingning ordered people to put the grain back into the warehouse.

Then he moved a table, put out fruits and snacks, and waited for Song Changgeng to finish walking around and sit down to rest and drink some water.

Song Changgeng walked around for a long time before he sorted out his thoughts. Seeing his daughter's thoughtful gesture, he nodded with satisfaction.

After sitting down and drinking a cup of tea, he slowly spoke, "Qingning, does anyone else know about this output?"

While talking, he also glanced at the people working in the distance.

Song Qingning shook his head. "No, don't worry, father. Everyone here has a contract to sell their bodies. They don't have a chance to go out. This news has definitely not spread."

Song Changgeng was even more satisfied. "Very good, don't tell anyone about this for now. I will also instruct your mother not to use the seeds. When the next batch is confirmed to have a stable yield, I will send it to the Sixth Prince. Don't worry, I will not take credit for your contribution. But our family will indeed benefit from you."

Song Qingning understood that in this era, a family will prosper and suffer together.

No matter which one of them is successful, the other members of the family will benefit to some extent. Otherwise, how can there be the saying that if one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit too!

What's more, Song Changgeng has already promised not to take credit for his own achievements, so what else is there to say?

Song Qingning smiled and said, "Thank you, father!"

After that, Song Changgeng no longer paid attention to his ship. When he had nothing to do, he would teach his sons to read and stroll around the farm.

I would ask farmers about the condition of their crops, look at the planting records, and compare them with crops from other places. Every time I would stroke my beard and smile with satisfaction.

Before Song Qingning's rice harvested this season, the imperial edict from the capital arrived.

"The Emperor, by the Will of Heaven, proclaims... This is what I command! Lord Song, please accept my order!"

The pale-faced, beardless palace eunuch held the imperial edict and smiled as he looked at Song Changgeng who was kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you for your grace!" After paying respects, Song Changgeng took the imperial edict and stuffed a purse into the eunuch's pocket. "Thank you for your hard work, Eunuch Wu! Come in and have a cup of tea and take a rest, and try the special dishes here."

Eunuch Wu still had a smiling face. "Mr. Song, you are too polite! This time, Mr. Song's injustice has been redressed, and he should be reinstated. But there hasn't been a county magistrate here for a long time, so the emperor decided to let you take charge of this place temporarily for a while. When the officials here arrive, you can return to the capital to resume your post."

Song Changgeng agreed readily, saying that the emperor was wise and it was his honor to serve him. He also said a lot of flattering words, and praised the emperor to the sky.

He tried his best to let the people in front of the emperor see his sincerity and show that he had absolutely no resentment.

Eunuch Wu was indeed satisfied. He nodded repeatedly and responded with a smile.

The two of them really had a great conversation. If someone who didn't know the situation saw it, they would have thought they were very good friends who had known each other for many years!

After sitting down and exchanging pleasantries, Song Changgeng planned to drop a big bomb.