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"It really can." Seeing that they doubted her ability, Jiang Yan spoke her mind. "If this rice seed wasn't so poor, the yield per mu would be even higher."

"I…"

Guan was about to call her mother, and she kept muttering in her heart: "Sister Jiang, are you bragging?"

Seeing that no one was talking, Jiang Yan's head was full of questions.

Jiang Yan didn't know that everything was backward in this era, including agricultural production.

Captain Dong saw that Madam Jiang was frightened by them again, so he quickly told her the truth. "The rice grown by Captain Dongshan only yields a little over 200 kilograms per acre of paddy field at best."

"Yes. Last year they harvested 280 kilograms of rice from one acre of paddy field. Xia Wangu was so happy that he almost climbed to the top of the East Mountain and stood there, just to look taller."

"Because of this, Captain Wei gave them five more horses, even claiming they were for transporting food." Captain Dong felt furious when he thought about this. "I'm so pissed off. I fought tooth and nail on the battlefield, but he didn't even get as many horses as me. How can I complain?!"

Jiang Yan: It’s quite infuriating.

Captain Dong finished his rant and then fell into a dazed state of laughter. "This year, we have Madam Jiang as a backup plan. Let's see how that stubborn Xia can act."

Zhang Xiaoqi was also very angry when he mentioned this matter. "He is a grown man, but he always looks down on us. Isn't he afraid that he will be castrated and sent to the mine as a fake woman?"

Guan: She didn’t laugh.

Jiang Yan pretended not to hear and quickly changed the subject, "We're saving our own rice seeds this year, so next year's yield per mu will definitely be higher than this year's."

"Mom." This time, Guan almost fell to the ground. "Sister, my dear sister, do you know that your rice yield of 600 kilograms per mu is unique in this area."

"Yeah, they're just flattering, and they can't catch up even if they're exhausted and vomit blood."

Jiang Yan didn't respond, but just watched Captain Dong continue to smile foolishly.

"Captain, sir?" Zhang Xiaoqi woke him up in time.

Captain Dong rubbed his face, patted his cheeks, and then walked towards his mount as if he was weightless.

"grown ups?"

"Let's go, go back."

Captain Dong suddenly remembered something and turned back to warn, "Before the rice is weighed, we should keep this yield per mu to ourselves and don't tell anyone."

"Yes." Jiang Yan knew that the captain was still unsure.

Guan: She is even less confident than the captain.

It's no wonder they were skeptical. Before today, the highest grain yield they knew in this area was only more than 200 kilograms.

But when it came to Jiang Yan, she started talking about over 600 pounds. If you think about it, who wouldn't be confused?

Jiang Yan: She didn't explain much. The day of harvest was coming soon, so she just blinded their eyes.

The weather was very hot, and the mother and daughter had no appetite. Jiang Yan went to the cornfield to pick some green corn and washed a few eggs.

Thinking that another potato vine had sprouted, she dug out a few potatoes as big as a woman's fist, washed them, and put them in the iron pot to cook together.

The pot is boiling, and the pure aroma of green corn is emanating from the pot.

Yichen sat on the stone bench in the yard, and the natural aroma of green corn made her drool.

"Mom, when can we eat corn?"

"About a quarter of an hour."

"It will take another quarter of an hour!" Yichen felt that this quarter of an hour was very long.

Just when Yichen was getting a little restless, she heard the sound of carriages and horses, as well as Guan's loud voice.

"Sister Jiang, I've got the carriage back for you." After Guan had finished shouting, she smelled a pleasant aroma lingering in the courtyard of Sister Jiang's house. "Oh, sister, what's that smell? It smells so good. I'm drooling."

Yichen heard it first and answered on her mother's behalf: "Auntie Guan, my mother is cooking green corn. It smells good, doesn't it?"

"Green corn?"

Yichen suddenly thought of a very simple question. Anyone could smell the smell of boiled green corn.

Aunt Guan couldn't smell it, could it be that she had never eaten green corn?

Yichen felt that it was unlikely, but...it was difficult...

The more Yichen thought about it, the more she suspected that she was right, because she heard Brother Sansheng also shouting that it smelled good.

Jiang Yan put the last bunch of firewood into the stove and took it out.

"Sister Guan, Master Xiaoqi, you are here."

"Ah."

"Aunt Jiang, and me."

"Well, three wins is awesome."

"Hehe~ Aunt Jiang, what delicious food did you make today? We can smell it from far away."

Zhang Xiaoqi also liked this unique aroma, but as a grown man, he couldn't argue about food, so he kept silent.

Guan looked at her husband and asked for him. "Sister, where is the horse?"

"Put it in the woodshed in the backyard first."

"Okay. When we're not busy in a few days, I'll bring Dasheng and the others to help you build a stable."

"Okay, thank you, Master Xiaoqi."

"Oh, sister, please don't call him Master Xiaoqi anymore. It's strange. From now on, sister, just call him brother-in-law."

"How good is this."

"What's wrong with it? I think it's great." Guan really liked Jiang Yan and treated her as her own sister.

Zhang Xiaoqi also nodded, he listened to his wife.

Seeing her cheap brother-in-law drive the carriage to the backyard, Jiang Yan discussed it with Guan. "Sister Guan, I cooked some green corn today. You can take some back later."

"I made dinner."

"That won't stop you from eating two more cobs of corn."

"real or fake?"

"You'll find out later."

"Then I'll wait."

"We can uncover the pot soon."

When Sansheng heard Aunt Jiang say it was time to open the pot, he immediately took a deep breath and muttered, "This tastes so good."

When Jiang Yan lifted the lid of the pot, Guan could smell the fragrance filling the room.

Especially when she saw the white corn cobs being cooked in the big iron pot, one cob after another, each cob was more than a foot long.

Guan was no longer calm. She pointed at the corn cob and asked Jiang Yan uncertainly, "Sister, are all the corn cobs in your garden this big?"

"Yes."

"How many cobs of corn are on a corn cob?"

"Two sticks."

"Oh my God." Guan counted on her fingers how many kilograms of corn Jiang Meimei planted could be harvested per acre.

It’s just that her math skills are not good, and she has trouble counting past a hundred.

When Zhang Xiaoqi returned to the backyard, he saw his wife struggling with her ten fingers.

"Daughter-in-law, what are you doing?"

"Boss, look at the big corn cobs my sister has grown."

Zhang Xiaoqi happened to see Jiang Yan put the cooked green corn on chopsticks and handed it to her youngest son.

Jiang Yan: "Let the three wins cool down and eat them."

"Thank you, Aunt Jiang."