A small peasant girl who traveled through time and space picked up a war god prince

At this time, Master arrived with his third and fifth brothers. The fifth brother quickly stepped forward and inserted himself between Siyu and Long Linxiao. The third brother shook his head. However, Long Linxiao was furious and started to challenge the fifth brother.

At this time, Xiao Gou Dan shouted, "Ah, I dug it out, I dug it out, it's so big, there are so many of them!"

The county magistrate asked the village head, "This one should weigh about the same as mine!" The village head picked up the electric meter and checked it. "Yes." Eunuch Hu also stepped forward and asked, "The largest one planted here should weigh 2 kilograms, right?" The great-grandfather and grandfather replied to Eunuch Hu, "Yes, the largest one weighs 2 kilograms."

Generally, one seedling will produce six, seven or eight fruits.

Can this high-yield crop you're talking about really yield thousands of kilograms? Siyu said, of course. Feng Mojun said, if that were the case, soldiers would definitely not go hungry on the battlefield in the future. Siyu asked in confusion, "Hey, are there any soldiers in your family?" Feng Mojun smiled and said, "Well, my second brother is General Zhenyuan, who guards the border." Siyu nodded, "Oh, is that so!"

Siyu looked up at Long Linxiao again and whispered, "Aren't you also a war god, my prince?" "Don't you have anything to say?" Long Linxiao said, "I don't need to say anything, don't you know everything?" The two smiled at each other as if they had a tacit understanding. Feng Mojun was annoyed by the look on this brat's face.

Strength lies in numbers. In less than an hour, the five mu of sweet potatoes and two mu of potatoes were dug up. The village head and the clan leader stood by. "My Lord, County Magistrate," they called out. "My Lord, County Magistrate, please come and weigh them!"

The county magistrate told everyone to start weighing and recording, and finally concluded that the sweet potato yield per mu was 5800 catties, and the potato yield per mu was 4500 catties. Everyone sighed, their eyes widening. "Over 5000 catties! How many mu of land is this?"

In the Yulong Dynasty, the yield of rice and wheat is very high. The land is fertile and the best fields can only produce 500 kilograms of rice per mu, and a little more than 350 kilograms of wheat. This is more than ten times the output! The county magistrate, the head of the village, the village chief and the villagers were all excited and incoherent. They held each other's hands and cheered. The excitement and joy on their faces were indescribable, while the third brother was thinking about something on the side. Siyu stepped forward and said: Third brother, I know you are a prince and you have to think about the people all the time. When my seeds are cultivated and developed, will you pay for them? I will teach you the planting methods for free. If you think it is feasible, or you can exchange things from your country with me, both are fine. The third brother rubbed Siyu's head and said, you little bastard, you have already said it, what else can I say? Okay, I will do as you say, I am waiting for you. Siyu patted her chest and promised, don't worry, third brother! Thank you, thank you Third Brother. I will definitely develop high-yield and high-quality varieties. Then we can achieve mutual benefit and let the people of both countries live a happy and healthy life without war.

The third senior brother nodded and said, "Okay, we'll wait and see, little junior sister, when your high-yield grain varieties are ready." The two seemed to have reached some kind of consensus in a few words, and Lin Xiao didn't think Siyu did anything wrong. Instead, he was still smiling, watching the two of them talking, and he felt a little bit handsome. Eunuch Hu was also shocked to see such a high yield. He secretly complained in his heart, this girl is really not simple! First she developed the curved plow, then the waterwheel, and now it's a high-yield grain variety. No wonder the emperor wanted to make her a county lord. How could such a capable girl not be kept well? No wonder Prince Xiao favored her. If such a capable and smart girl is not settled early, what if she is poached!

Didn’t you see that there are several handsome and elegant young men standing on the county lady’s side?

Do they all admire this Liping County Lady? The worst thing is his senior brother, who is always circling around him. And what about this kid from the Feng family? He keeps trying to get close to him. This prince has to hold on tight. Otherwise, he will inevitably be given a corner.

Oh, this old man is really worried! But this high-yield grain must be reported to the emperor as soon as possible for the emperor to decide.

However, the villagers gathered around and asked, "Miss Siyu, can you give us some seeds so that we can plant some too?"

This crop is so high-yielding, yielding several thousand kilograms per mu, and it doesn't require a particular soil. After paying taxes, the crop is enough for the whole family to eat, so they don't have to go hungry anymore.

What's more, if you plant a few acres of land, you won't have to starve as you can eat your fill and you can even sell the crops for some silver.

This high-yield, soil-friendly grain can be planted even on cleared land. What a wonderful thing! But there were some venomous eyes hidden in the crowd. They watched Siyu happily harvesting the grain, and the villagers praised and complimented her.

The villagers all gathered around him, and now he was given the title of county lord. Why did all the good things fall on him? Why did you develop high-yield grains? Why are you praised by everyone for your high spirits?

I won't let you have your way. I thought, quietly leaving the crowd and hurrying to the town. Arriving in town, I entered Zuixianlou. I whispered a few words to the owner of Zuixianlou and hurried out. Returning to the village, no one knew what this man had said to the owner.

After he left, the owner of Zuixianlou hurriedly wrote a letter and sent it to the capital by carrier pigeon. Meanwhile, the villagers in Baijia Village had dug up all the sweet potatoes. Siyu told everyone to put them in bamboo baskets and store them in the warehouse. She would wait until Eunuch Hu's letter received the emperor's instructions before making a final decision.

So everyone started heading home again. Before leaving, Siyu told Robert to have the farmhands use the oxen to plow the land again, and in a few days, to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes again. As they walked back, they kept thinking about this high-yield crop. With such a large yield per acre, they would not only not starve in the future, but also have surplus grain to trade for silver. What a wonderful thing it was.

The person who secretly went to the county town to file a complaint returned home and hid in the house, holding a piece of clothing, muttering, "My daughter! I don't know where you are. You must be well. Don't worry, your mother will definitely avenge you. I will make sure that bitch dies a miserable death. I will make sure that they all die a miserable death. They caused my mother and I to be separated."

Neither the village head nor the clan leader were there. If they had been, they would have known this person was none other than Bai Sirou's mother. He'd gone a bit crazy, clutching his daughter's clothes and nagging constantly every day. He'd only left today after hearing the villagers say there was something exciting to see. But after seeing the imperial edict conferring the title of County Lady on Siyu and the new crops yielding thousands of kilograms per mu in the wasteland, his heart was simply overwhelmed. He couldn't let it go. Why was his daughter so miserable, forced to run away from home, unable to find anyone, let alone a good husband? And yet, Bai Siyu was there, receiving a title and receiving awards in all the glory. She was standing there, gleaming in the crowd, surrounded by so many handsome men. Why, why, why, I don't want him to get what he wants. High-yield grain, right? I won't let you succeed. [The editor has something to say. He seemed to have forgotten that when his daughter wanted to harm someone, he didn't object. He even supported her and tried to help her. He even bought the medicine his daughter gave her, and it was he who cursed and abused her. Now she's blaming everyone else for her mistakes. This is a classic case of the crow landing on the black pig, seeing the flaws in others but not herself. She always looks for faults in others. But she forgets that it was she who didn't stop her daughter, that it was their jealousy that corroded their passion and upbringing like rust on iron. Ugh! Harming others and herself. And yet, she's done something wrong, yet she insists on blaming others. Is it that I gave you the drug, and you have to drink it, and if you don't, it's your fault?

After returning home, Eunuch Hu also began to write secret letters to the emperor.

Long Linxiao also wrote a letter with Siyu's suggestions, and asked the secret guard to send Baili back urgently. Eunuch Hu used a carrier pigeon to deliver the message.