Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

Qiao Zhengxian waved his hand to stop everyone from scrambling, and asked with feigned difficulty, "You all want to buy Wan Jun's new rice seeds?"

Everyone was afraid of missing out, so they eagerly echoed "yes, yes!"

"Then I will ask on behalf of everyone, but I must also say this beforehand: if someone sells rice seeds to everyone out of consideration for the friendship among villagers, everyone should be grateful."

Afterwards, you must carefully study the new recipe. If the planting fails for any reason, you should first look for the cause within yourself. Never do anything like cursing someone after you've finished eating. That's not the way of life in Daba Village.

"Hey, it's too early to say that. It's hard to say whether they're even willing to sell." Qiao Lizheng's extreme negotiation was quite impressive.

The villagers, whose hopes had been dashed, were now fully aroused and eager to buy.

"Village head, you have to help us!"

"We will study hard as village head. I don't need many rice seeds, just give me a little to sell."

“The village head…”

Qiao Zhengxian said, "Everyone, go back and wait for news. Even if we want to sell, we need to know the yield to calculate how much to sell. If you want to know the results sooner, come and lend a hand tomorrow. It's only one acre of land, so it'll be quick."

The crowd dispersed, and Qiao Wanxian walked towards Qiao Jingjing with his hands behind his back. He had already seen the girl hiding there watching the commotion.

"Girl, how was it? Did I not disappoint you?"

Qiao Jingjing bowed and teased, "Grandpa Village Head is wise, Da Ya admires you!"

The next day, the whole village was in an uproar, everyone wanting to know how much the yield per mu would be. So, several men arrived early, carrying sickles, and went to the fields with Qiao Wanjun and a few others.

Qiao Li stood by the edge of the field, preventing any short-sighted individuals from taking advantage and delaying the accurate calculation of the yield. Before the harvest, he gave everyone another warning, especially the old ladies, not to think about hiding any rice ears in their pockets. He emphasized the importance of ensuring accurate yield calculations per acre to prepare for next year, and encouraged everyone to monitor each other, with rewards for reporting and verifying violations.

After saying that, they started harvesting. With many hands making light work, the ten men finished harvesting in less than an hour. They carried the bundles of rice to the edge of the field, hauled them back on carts, and then Qiao Wanjun finished up, picking up the scattered rice ears to take back with him.

Everyone arrived at Qiao Wanjun's house with Daozi. The courtyard was so crowded that many people stood outside the gate waiting to get the latest news.

To make weighing easier, Qiao Jingjing and the village head agreed to thresh the grains first, weigh them, and then dry them in the sun. They would weigh them again after they were dried.

The units of measurement in this era were generally dou, shi, and hu. Five dou made one shi, one shi was 120 jin, and 10 jin made one hu. Qiao Jingjing's family only had dou, so weighing was too slow, and they used a cart to bring over the shi from the village head's family.

Many hands make light work. The villagers took turns pushing the drum, experiencing the convenience of the machine, threshing the grain continuously, and switching hands when they got tired. In short, the machine never stopped, and they kept counting the grains, one scoop at a time, one stone at a time.

Two hours later, the production figures were finally tallied. Qiao Zhengxian added the recorded dou (a unit of dry measure) and shi (another unit of dry measure) together, converted them into jin (another unit of weight), and the final number made him gasp. His hands, holding the straw paper and pen, trembled uncontrollably. Many people, who were illiterate, were waiting for him to reveal the answer, and seeing him like this, they became anxious.

"Village head, please give us an answer."

Qiao Zhengxian took a deep breath to compose himself, his eyes sweeping over everyone, and he spoke cautiously and solemnly:

"The total gross weight is 965 jin. If it is dried and the moisture is removed, the net weight will be more than 800 jin! Daya, you have done a great job! Thank you, Grandpa! On behalf of the whole village, thank you!"

Although he knew that production would increase, he really didn't expect it to be so amazing, which made the old man, who had seen all kinds of scenes, burst into tears.

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into a deathly silence. Everyone seemed unable to believe their ears! What! A net yield of over 4 jin per mu! That's four times the usual amount! Even if they weren't skilled at it at first, and even if they factored in losses of 200 jin, it would still be over 600 jin!

After the initial shock came overwhelming joy! Everyone was moved to tears. The villagers who participated in the entire process were filled with pride; the yield was undeniable and far more impactful than any words of persuasion.

Those who once scoffed and cursed are now ashamed of their ignorance. There are always people more capable than you; we should stop drawing conclusions so easily.

Qiao Jingjing gave the village head a look, and the village head then asked everyone to quiet down. Qiao Jingjing then said:

"Dear uncles, elders, and grandparents, the village head has already told me about your desire to buy rice seeds. We are all of the same lineage, and my original intention in doing this was to provide you with more opportunities so that your year-round hard work could yield a commensurate harvest. I understand very well the hardship of working the land, so I fully understand the feelings of you elders."

I've decided to sell 500 jin of rice seeds. Considering the seedling survival rate and the fact that the seeds are plump and have a low conversion rate, 4 jin per mu (approximately 0.16 acres) is sufficient. Everyone can register at the village head's office. To be fair, each household can sell a maximum of 2 jin. This is the first year, and rice seeds are limited, but I believe next year will definitely be a bumper harvest. Da Ya congratulates all the elders in advance.”

Her gaze was intense, her eyes filled with pride and ambition.

Her words stirred everyone's emotions, filling them with anticipation and confidence for the future. Each person was eager to get started and make a name for themselves.

The happiest family was undoubtedly Li Xianglan's. At the time, they only thought that a little more income was better than having the land lying idle. Little did they know that they had been short-sighted. Overwhelmed with emotion, they kept thanking Lin Shi.

Grandma Shen's eyes gleamed. This girl is extraordinary. She knew that her daughter-in-law had occasionally helped her with food, and she had kept that kindness in mind. She never expected that this girl would repay her with such a generous gift.

Food is of paramount importance; it's practically the lifeblood of farmers. It's impossible to repay, there's no way to repay it all!

The woman next door, Mrs. Wan, was dumbfounded and regretted offending them. Old Mrs. Wei muttered something under her breath, mostly expressing regret and wishing she had known better.

When Huang heard about this, she was overjoyed. If she could get rice seeds from her elder brother, she could send some to her family. She completely forgot that she had offended someone, and that her husband hadn't helped anyone around lately.

The noisy day finally quieted down, and everyone went home with excited hearts, planning to get up early to queue for registration tomorrow.

Qiao Zhengxian didn't leave. After everyone had left, he said to Qiao Jingjing, "Da Ya, I have another idea about the rice seeds. Our Daba Village is too close to several surrounding villages, and we have many kinship ties. I'm afraid the news about double-cropping rice and high-yield seedling cultivation won't be kept secret for long. I estimate it will become a sensation next year."

Rather than letting everyone know until the county government finds out, it's better to communicate with the authorities beforehand and seize the initiative. I've met the local magistrate before, and I've heard a lot about him; he's quite a good man."

Qiao Jingjing understood his meaning and offered the treasure voluntarily, thus aligning her interests with the county magistrate's. Although their goals differed, their stances were the same. In the long run, it was indeed a good move.