Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Six bags of rice, one thousand one hundred and fifty-three pounds.

Shen Zheng rubbed her fingertips. She had just calculated in her mind and it was roughly this number, but without paper and pen to do the calculation, she didn't dare to make a conclusion directly.

Now that Zhou Lizheng calculated it again, Shen Zheng dared to be sure.

The remaining bag of rice was not full, but it was also a large bag. It was impossible that it was only 50 kilograms.

What this means is that the yield per mu of land owned by Uncle Chen Er has exceeded 1,200 kilograms!

But on the system panel, it clearly says "High-yield rice, 1,200 kilograms per mu."

Shen Zheng seemed to have thought of something and was suddenly stunned.

She just told Yu Zhengqing that even if the yield per mu exceeded 1,000 kilograms, she would only dare to report 1,000 kilograms due to various factors such as water and soil.

So the system... also did this to her? !

The per-acre yield on the system panel was not simply the per-acre yield of rice, but a conservative value given by the system after combining the resources of Tongan County.

How come she didn't notice before that the high-yield rice seeds were an unlocked reward given after the system had detected Tong'an County, and not just after activating the system.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Shen Zheng's understanding of high-yield rice fell into a misconception. She believed that the yield per mu of high-yield rice, if grown well, would be no more than 1,200 kilograms, and if the harvest was not good, it might be only around 1,000 kilograms.

Unexpectedly, her system is still a conservative who never brags...

When Shen Zheng thought of this, her heart began to beat wildly.

Both she and the people of Tongan County understood very clearly that the fields in Tongan County were not fertile and could only be considered average.

If we talk about paddy fields, the figures are even lower.

Because there was no canal in Tongan County before.

Shen Zheng's breathing became a little rapid. If the rice was planted in a good paddy field and carefully cultivated by experienced farmers, would the result be...

The system really gave her a surprise!

"I haven't even fainted yet, but you are already fainted?" Yu Zhengqing's voice came from the side.

Shen Zheng came back to her senses and turned to look at Yu Zhengqing with uncontrollable excitement in her eyes.

Yu Zhengqing thought she was slow to realize it and was only now beginning to feel happy. He said, "They are weighing the last bag. We have to watch carefully."

Yes! There is one more bag!

Shen Zheng calmed down a little. She had just said that just mentioning Uncle Chen's family was not convincing enough. She should mention a few more acres of land.

She was also overwhelmed by joy and lost her composure.

She looked at Hu Zi and the other two who were weighing. They could not hide their excitement on their faces. Even Hu Zi's hand, which was moving the weight, was not as nimble as before.

The villagers were anxious and couldn't help but urge them to hurry up.

Someone said, "Huzi, can you do it? Your hands are shaking at this moment. If you can't do it, let me take over!"

In fact, he knew nothing about the wheel, he just wanted to provoke Hu Zi.

Hu Zi had his back to the man, who was making noise while drying the sun on the dam. He could not recognize whose voice it was and could only howl, "Who is it! Who said I can't do it! If you have the guts, stand in front of me! Let's see if I can do it!"

The villagers burst into laughter.

Hu Zi cursed while his hands kept moving. Everyone saw him give the scale a final slight push and the beam gradually became stable.

The villagers subconsciously shut their mouths, and even Shen Zheng and Yu Zhengqing couldn't help but move two steps forward.

Hu Zi read the scale carefully, fearing that he had read it wrong. He had been using scales for many years and actually already had an approximate idea of ​​the weight in his mind.

But when he actually saw the ruler on the scale, his heart was shocked and his hands trembled slightly.

Seeing this, everyone was extremely anxious and asked, "Huzi! How much? How heavy is this seventh bag of rice? Tell me!"

Hu Zi glanced at the scale again, and under everyone's anxious and expectant gaze, he shouted loudly: "Chen Erbo's family, the seventh bag of rice, weighs! One hundred! Twenty! Six! Jin!"

One hundred and twenty-six pounds!

This number made everyone present feel like they were struck in the heart.

"The seventh bag weighs over 100 kilograms!"

Someone shouted, and the drying dam suddenly became noisy, and even Shen Zheng felt excited.

"I can't count, but I know that these seven bags of rice weigh more than a thousand kilograms!"

"You don't even need to tell me! I just knew it was more than that!"

"Zhou Lizheng! Zhou Lizheng! You are counting. Can you tell us how much rice has been produced from this acre of land of Uncle Chen Er?"

The villagers all looked at Zhou Lizheng.

But their weekdays were so exciting that they hadn't started writing or drawing yet.

He was so anxious because of the questions from everyone that his hand trembled and the brush fell to the ground, rolling two feet away.

"Ouch!" The villagers became even more anxious, but they did not dare to curse out loud. Isn't this the critical moment?

Zhou Li was in a panic, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"One thousand two hundred and seventy-nine pounds."

Shen Zheng gave the answer.

She was afraid that the others had not heard clearly, so she paused and repeated, "The seven bags of rice from Uncle Chen's house weigh a total of 1,279 kilograms."

Everyone took a deep breath and their eyes widened when they heard this.

The number reported by Lord Shen must be correct, but the yield per mu is more than 1,200 kilograms...

This number is really, really horrifying!

When Lord Shen said that the rice yield per mu could reach 1,000 kilograms, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night.

But now, it’s more than a thousand pounds!

The extra two hundred pounds was already a family's food ration for the whole year during the famine years - just add more water and cook it into porridge, and they could always get through.

But everyone knows what it feels like to be hungry. It's not just anxious and unbearable, and it keeps you awake at night. Just thinking about it makes you feel uncomfortable.

But now?

For the rice that Lord Shen had them grow, more than 200 kilograms of grain was just a drop in the bucket!

Before, the family only had 200 kilograms of food to get by for a whole year. Now, they have more than 1,200 kilograms of food and can eat it in any way they want!

How can this not be exciting?

Zhou Lizheng opened his eyes wide and kept writing and drawing on the scrap paper. The answer he got after a while was exactly the same as the number Shen Zheng had just said.

As far as he could remember, Lord Shen had mentioned this weight to him once.

That was when the villages were discussing the sale of rice seeds. Lord Shen said at that time that if they grew well, they might be able to get 1,200 kilograms of rice seeds.

But at that time he didn't dare to believe it. He was afraid that he would be thinking about this number day and night, and would be somewhat disappointed during the autumn harvest, which would not be good.

So Zhou Lizheng kept reminding himself in his heart: If the rice yield per mu can be one thousand kilograms, that would be enough.

He claimed that he was not a greedy person. As long as he, the people in Nanba Village and the people in Tongan County had enough food to eat, that was enough!

But now!

The yield of 1,200 kilograms per mu came out of his dream and became a reality.