The county magistrate's daughter only wants to farm

It was already a little chilly in the morning near November. Gu Yin pulled her coat closer and stood on the edge of the field, looking at the rice field in front of her. It was a large golden field, the color of harvest, and the rice was ripe.

A carriage was approaching in the distance. After a while, two guards carried a chair out of the carriage, and then carried a man out on their backs. It was Jun Lan.

The hybrid rice was ripe and ready to be harvested, and they agreed to start harvesting today. According to Jun Lan, the hybrid rice matter needed to be kept secret, so Gu Yin found an excuse, left Song Ruorou and Ye Ningxin behind, and came to the farm by herself.

Thinking of this, Gu Yin secretly laughed, as if she was out for an affair. Bah, can't think like that, it's wrong to think like that, she's here to do serious business. Gu Yin slapped her face and put aside these messy thoughts.

However, what she didn't know was that when she, Song Ruorou and Ye Ningxin separated at the milk tea shop in the morning.

Song Ruorou muttered, "Why are both of them in trouble?"

Ye Ningxin was shocked when she heard it. She couldn't help but grab her shoulders with both hands and asked anxiously: "What did you just say? Say it again?"

"One or both of you are in trouble? What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Seeing Ye Ningxin's anxious face, he asked in confusion. Did she say something wrong? It seems that she didn't say anything...

"Besides Ayin, who is the other one you are talking about?" Ye Ningxin continued to ask.

"My cousin, is there any problem?" Song Ruorou raised her eyebrows, puzzled.

"How do you know he's in trouble?"

"When I went to look for him this morning, I saw him getting ready to go out."

"Did he say where he was going?" Ye Ningxin continued to ask.

Song Ruorou did not answer immediately, but circled around Ye Ningxin and said, "You care so much about my cousin... don't you want to be my cousin's wife?"

Ye Ningxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. She gently pushed Song Ruorou and scolded her with a smile, "What are you thinking about!"

"Then why do you keep asking my cousin what to do?" Song Ruorou was suspicious.

"Ayin said she had something to do at the farm, and your cousin also happened to have something to do, so I wondered if the two were related." Mainly because the last time she was at Jun Lan's house, she always felt that something was not right between the two of them.

"No way, it must be a coincidence. My cousin said he was going out of the city." Although her cousin came to Ning County to recuperate, he must have a lot of things to deal with in private, so it is normal for him to go out occasionally.

"Is it a coincidence? But I always feel something is wrong." After hearing what Song Ruorou said, she was no longer sure.

"Are you worried that Ayin will fall in love with my cousin?" Song Ruorou finally reacted.

"Well...your cousin has a very cold personality."

Compared to Ye Ningxin's worry, Song Ruorou was surprised by this idea. Her eyes sparkled and she couldn't help but clapped her hands, revealing her eight big white teeth: "It would be great if Ayin could be my sister-in-law."

Seeing her grinning so hard that her teeth were not visible, Ye Ningxin was speechless: "Did you listen to what I said seriously?"

"Oh, don't worry. My cousin is a very nice person. He just appears to be serious on the surface." Song Ruorou patted Ye Ningxin's shoulder and said disapprovingly.

"Really..." Ye Ningxin was suspicious.

Song Ruorou nodded vigorously, and then said distressedly: "But my cousin has to pay attention to it. If he doesn't like it, no one can force him to do it."

So the two of them found a topic to talk about. Song Ruorou was thinking about how to make her cousin pay attention to Gu Yin, while Ye Ningxin was thinking about how to make Gu Yin not be deceived by beauty and not take Jun Lan to heart.

The key is that these two people are chatting happily...

At once……

Gu Yin knew nothing about this.

She also brought a chair and sat next to Jun Lan. Manager Zhao and Zhao Jiang and Zhao He stood aside trembling with fear. They had long known that this rice was unusual and had been managing it carefully.

But they didn't understand why the county lady brought such a handsome man, whose posture was out of place in the rice field, and they didn't understand why they were not allowed to participate in the harvest.

Gu Yin gave them a look, telling them to be patient and wait.

There were more than a dozen guards in the field. Some of them were swinging sickles to cut rice so quickly that they almost left afterimages. The others were quickly putting the cut rice into threshers and stepping on the pedals quickly.

"Your guards even know this..." And they do it so well that even professional farmers can't catch up with them.

Jun Lan didn't say anything, and Gu Yin was unhappy: "Hey, why don't you say anything? We are pretty familiar with each other, right?"

After all, they have business cooperation. Although they don't need to do handover on a normal basis, they have been visiting each other so many times. Her third brother goes to see him whenever he is free. They can't be considered strangers.

Jun Lan glanced at her calmly, with confusion in his eyes: "Did you ask me?"

"I..." Gu Yin was at a loss for words. What could she say?

"I thought you were just sighing." Jun Lan explained lightly, "They know everything."

No, you can learn it as long as you need it.

Gu Yin: She was sighing, but the atmosphere here was so quiet, everyone would know how to respond.

In less than a cup of tea, Mo Yi walked up to Jun Lan and reported excitedly, "Master, the harvest is ready."

They harvested an acre of rice, this time harvesting rice grown with hybrid rice seeds rather than seeds grown in seed fields.

Jun Lan nodded slightly and uttered a word: "Weigh!"

Soon, the guards over there had packed the rice into sacks and started weighing them.

The scene suddenly became quiet, two or three people were responsible for weighing, one was responsible for counting. The others looked at them nervously, they were also looking forward to the final weight, when they saw this rice field, they had already realized that this rice was unusual.

"Eight hundred and twenty-six!" Mo Yi's voice trembled, his eyes red, and he repeated it clearly to Jun Lan, "Master, a total of eight hundred and twenty-six kilograms!"

The yield per mu is 826 kilograms!

What a terrifying number! Even if the rice is wet and the rice grains inside have not been cleaned out, it still weighs 826 kilograms! Even if it is dried and 15% of the weight is deducted, it still weighs 700 kilograms!

Everyone at the scene was stunned, and then their eyes turned red. If the people of their Daji Dynasty could grow rice with such a high yield per mu, then they would not be afraid of having no food to eat.

Manager Zhao knelt down with a loud bang and crawled on the ground.

Jun Lan held the wheelchair tightly with both hands and remained silent for a long time. After a while, he turned his head to look at Gu Yin, with emotions surging in his eyes. In the end, he pursed his lips, said nothing, and turned his head away again.