In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

After two or three years, Yang Zheng estimated that he would have already unified the world with the help of Fugui wheat.

This is what they mean by being fast at one step, and fast at every step!

"Zijie".

Yang Zheng looked at Wei Zijie and said in a deep voice, "Once the autumn harvest grain arrives at the prefectural city granary, you must keep a close eye on this batch of grain. Anyone who dares to embezzle it will be severely punished!"

"As ordered."

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Yongliang County.

While Yang Zheng and Wei Zijie were overjoyed by the bumper harvest, countless people in Yongliang County were also beaming with happiness.

"Our good days are really coming! My family has five mu of land and harvested more than 8,000 jin of grain, which is more than enough for our whole family to eat."

"Hehe! My family is large. Back then, King Yang allocated me 11 mu of land. This time, we harvested more than 10,000 jin of grain. After paying half of the grain tax, I can still keep 7,000 to 8,000 jin for myself, enough for my family of five to eat and drink for a year!"

"Why are you only thinking about food and drink? With so much grain, wouldn't it be better to keep some for your own consumption and exchange the rest for money to buy other things?"

"Heaven has eyes! I have never seen such a high yield of wheat. Even grains grown in the sky probably don't produce such a high yield!"

"King Yang drove away the imperial court, and Mr. Chen brought high-yield grain seeds. With the arrival of King Yang and Mr. Chen, our good days began."

"Once I've sold the grain, I'll build a shrine for King Yang and Mr. Chen. I'll worship them every night to thank them for bringing me such a high yield of grain!"

"Me too!"

"..."

After a busy two weeks of harvesting, the people of Yongliang County are either at home with their families or outside with their neighbors, dreaming about a bright future.

In Yongliang County, every farmer who planted Fugui wheat achieved a yield of at least 1500 jin per mu (approximately 750 catties per hectare). This yield was undoubtedly enough to feed their entire family, and even after feeding their own family, they could still sell any surplus grain in the market to improve their lives.

In short, all the people of Yongliang County seemed to be able to see a future of plenty.

Meanwhile, in an ordinary house, Wu Laoshi and his family of five were having dinner.

"Dad, why is the food so good today?"

Wu Laoshi's eldest son glanced at the food on the table and couldn't help but swallow.

Wu Laoshi's family was considered relatively well-off in Yongliang County, but even that was only moderately good. At most, while other families in Yongliang County were struggling to make ends meet, his family was able to afford a meal of wheat porridge, ensuring they wouldn't starve.

On ordinary days, the most common food in Wu Laoshi's home is wheat porridge, with some wild vegetables appearing occasionally.

And today...

Although the staple food was still wheat rice, there were two more dishes: one was wild vegetables stir-fried in oil with a bright green color, and the other was meat, which was rarely seen on the Wu family's dining table.

The three children in the family stared longingly at the glistening slices of meat on the table, their mouths practically watering.

Since the cold disaster struck, Wu Laoshi's family has not had meat for several years, and both adults and children are craving it.

So when the three children saw the meat on the table, their eyes lit up with a fanatical light, and they swallowed their saliva frantically.

Seeing the three children looking like this, Wu Laoshi exchanged a glance with his wife and said with a smile, "Didn't we have a good wheat harvest? Your mother thought that you were all growing and needed to eat some meat to nourish your bodies, so she specially went to the market to buy a pound of pork."

In the past, Wu Laoshi would never have agreed to his wife taking money to buy meat, because the money saved in the family was a life-saving fund to ensure the family's survival, and it was impossible to be extravagant enough to use the life-saving fund to buy meat to satisfy their appetite.

But things are different now.

At the beginning of the year, Wu Laoshi planted all five mu of land with Fugui wheat. As expected, all five mu of land yielded a bumper harvest, with a total of nearly 10,000 jin of wheat!

Although, according to the previous agreement, 50% of the wheat was to be handed over to the government as grain tax, even after handing over 50%, Wu Laoshi was still able to keep more than 4,000 catties of grain!

With four thousand catties of grain in hand, Wu Laoshi naturally had the confidence to indulge in a little luxury and satisfy his appetite.

This is the fundamental reason why meat appears on the dining table in Wu Laoshi's home.

"Not only will you have meat to eat, but your mother is also planning to buy you new clothes in a couple of days."

Old Wu said with a smug look, "Haven't you always envied other kids for wearing down jackets? In a couple of days, after we sell some wheat, I'll buy you down jackets."

"That's wonderful! Thank you, Dad! Thank you, Mom!"

The eldest son cheered, and the two younger children couldn't help but let out joyful cheers as well.

However, while cheering, their eyes never left the slices of meat on the table.

The meat was pork, transported from Chenjia Village by a caravan and then sold by butchers in the county town. In order to save money, Wu Laoshi's wife did not buy the more expensive fatty meat, but instead bought the relatively cheaper lean meat.

Because people in Kyushu generally lack oil in their diet, they prefer fatty meat to lean meat. However, this does not mean that people do not like lean meat. As long as it is meat, people in Kyushu will not dislike it.

Just like Wu Laoshi's three children, all six of them stared intently at the slices of meat on the plate, completely oblivious to the new clothes they were longing for.

Seeing this, Old Wu shook his head and laughed, "Alright! Eat up! Look how greedy you all are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the children immediately sprang into action. The eldest son, who was the fastest, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and swallowed it into his mouth with a loud gulp.

The moment the sliced ​​meat entered his mouth, the first thing that burst forth was the rich aroma of oil. That long-lost taste of oil made Wu Laoshi's eldest son feel as if he had just received rain after a long drought. He couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He subconsciously bit down lightly, and the next moment, the richer flavor of the oil and the juices contained in the meat slices burst on his taste buds, making the look of satisfaction on his face even more intense.

"It smells so good!"

"Delicious!"

"..."

To be fair, the meat slices stir-fried by Wu Laoshi's wife didn't taste very good. She didn't add much salt and almost no seasoning. But the long-lost meaty flavor alone was enough to make the three children give it extremely high praise. They didn't even want to eat a bite of rice. They just kept picking up meat slices and stuffing them into their mouths, chewing them frantically until the meat slices were completely tasteless before reluctantly swallowing them.