A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

The designs of porcelain bowls drawn by Leng Yan were all based on the hot pot restaurants in his previous life, similar to deep round bowls for various vegetables, long plates for lamb rolls, and so on. The bowls cooked in this way would be more distinctive than the single round ones used now.

Leng Ji Xian Lao is the name given by Leng Yan to the hot pot restaurant that is about to open.

After the dishes are arranged, the next step is to prepare the specially made tables, chairs, benches, and pots for the hot pot.

Leng Yan first went to the home of Carpenter Chu in the village and the blacksmith shop in the town, and gave them his requirements and the drawings he had drawn, asking them to work quickly.

Afterwards, she hired someone to renovate the shop, and she was so busy that she was exhausted.

Especially during this period, when the family is preparing for the autumn harvest, the whole family is busy.

Because at that time the Leng family listened to Leng Yan and used the seedling-raising and rice-transplanting method to grow rice.

So a few days ago, before harvesting the rice, many villagers stood on the ridge of the Leng family's field to compare whether the yield per mu of rice planted according to their traditional method was higher, or whether the yield per mu of rice planted according to Leng Yan's method of raising seedlings and transplanting, which they had rarely heard of, was higher.

So on that day in the threshing yard, when the Leng family was threshing the harvested rice with a thresher, the threshing yard was filled with villagers, including Village Chief Lan and several elders from the village, all talking in a buzz.

"So what? Which one has the higher yield per mu?"

The villagers who came later stood at the back and couldn't see the situation in front clearly, so they couldn't help but ask questions.

"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone, don't worry. We haven't threshed all the rice in the field yet, but the grains of the Leng family's rice ears seem to be fuller."

"Yes, yes, yes. I've also discovered that the Leng family's rice ears not only have full grains, but even the rice seedlings are taller and stronger than those of other families. This shows that this method of raising seedlings and transplanting rice is really feasible!"

"Who says it's not true? We planted them together. The Leng family's seedlings grew better than ours from the beginning, so the harvest will definitely not be bad."

"Hey, you can't say that. What if the seedlings are just growing strong?"

Some people in the crowd looked expectant and praised the Leng family, while others expressed their opposition.

"Yes, yes, our ancestors have been farming for decades, and only by diligently tending and fertilizing the fields can the crops grow well.

How can you increase crop yields just by coming up with an idea? Isn't this just a joke?"

"That's right, I think the Leng family just wants to be in the limelight. They think they can make money by relying on their luck and doing some small business. They think growing crops is such a simple thing?"

There were all kinds of voices in the crowd. Some people were watching the fun and mocking, while others were expecting it.

After all, if the planting method is changed, the yield can really be increased, which is a huge thing for the ordinary people!

Time passed minute by minute, and by the time Leng Xun and the others had finished threshing the rice grains from an acre of land.

Old Man Leng and Village Chief Lan asked a few men to help carefully pack the freshly threshed rice into bags, and then went to weigh it with great anticipation, causing the surrounding villagers to lean over to look.

"How many pounds, how many pounds?"

"Yes, yes, if the production can really be increased, it will be a great joy to the world!"

Everyone's hearts were shaking with excitement as they stared at the weight on the scale, their eyes almost cross-eyed.

It would have been fine if they hadn't weighed it, but after weighing it, they discovered that the yield of this acre of land of the Leng family was more than twenty kilograms higher than their average weight in previous years.

Normally, the yield of rice they grow is around 100 to 200 kilograms per mu, and the better ones can reach 250 or even 300 kilograms.

According to the average value of previous years, the yield per mu should be between 220 and 230.

But the Leng family's yield per mu reached an astonishing 250 kilograms, and you have to know that the land used by the Leng family was not top-quality fertile land.

Normally, if the harvest from the Leng family's fields could reach 210 kilograms, it would be considered a high yield. But now it is much higher, more than 40 kilograms.

The villagers who were watching were all shocked. An acre of land could produce an additional 40 kilograms of rice. Although it was not a lot, it was not a small amount either. Especially when accumulated over several acres of land, it was no small amount.

With these 40 kilograms, I might be able to feed one more person and my family could have one more meal.

With the same farming and crop management, other people's yield per mu is more than 40 kilograms higher than yours. Just thinking about it makes me envious and jealous.

The villagers who reacted came to the rescue and asked the Leng family for advice on how to plant seedlings.

Seeing this, Leng Yan had no intention of keeping it to himself. After all, they were all from the same village and were all farmers. They took care of the crops all year round and understood the difficulty of making a living by farming.

If the weather is good and the crops increase every year, it will be the greatest reward for farmers.

As a result, the door of the Leng family was almost trampled down, forcing Leng Yan, her grandfather and her father to open a teaching class and gather many villagers together for teaching.

In fact, the method was very simple. Old Master Leng and Leng Xun could explain it clearly. With the assistance of Village Chief Lan, Leng Yan just ran away.

It was the harvest season, and Leng Yan was reluctant to sit idle, so he took Leng Huai, Leng Cang, Leng Qi, Leng He, Leng Jiaren and a few other students from the private school who were on farm leave, as well as Da Huang, Da Hei and Er Hei, to the mountains to pick mushrooms, chestnuts and various other mountain products.

They were like little squirrels stocking up for the winter, carrying basket after basket of mountain products home little by little. They were so happy.

That afternoon, Leng Yan took a stroll in the backyard and looked at a large field of sweet potatoes that she had planted earlier. The vines were now more than half dry and yellow.

She had never grown sweet potatoes before. At that time, it seemed that apart from hearing from people in the caravan about this crop, it had been grown in Lingnan. However, due to inconvenient transportation and its limited distribution, it was rarely seen in other places.

Therefore, Leng Yan has not figured out the harvest time for the sweet potatoes he planted, and he is too busy, so he has not harvested them until now.

Now that there was time for the autumn harvest, Leng Yan quickly called her parents, her uncle and her older brother to come and help dig sweet potatoes.

Even Leng Kang and Chen Yueshu, when they heard that Leng Yan was growing crops they had never seen before, came over to join in the fun and see if they could help.