Feng Jin was strangely silent for a while, and asked, "How good is it?"
Wei Ci said with a smile, "Let General Fu and Xiaowei Meng go to the door and whisper, and the lord can hear it clearly."
Feng Jin: "…"
This time, Feng Jin looked at Meng Hun and the two with a bit of sympathy.
They thought they were whispering, and no third person heard them, but they did not know that they were all heard by the lord.
"Do you want to remind them? If you let them say that, it's hard to guarantee that they won't lose their words after drinking..."
If something happened at the celebration banquet, it might be used by people with a heart.
Wei Ci also lowered her voice, "This is natural, leave this to Ci."
Feng Jin raised his head inadvertently, just in time to meet Jiang Pengji's gaze, so frightened that he almost threw the wine cup out of his hand-according to Wei Ci, the lord's ear is very good. She could hear the whispers of Meng Hun and the two of them, and naturally she could also hear the conversation between him and Wei Ci.
He was about to remind Wei Ci not to be impulsive, but before he could speak, he received a warning look from Jiang Pengji.
Feng Jin silently put the words on the tip of his tongue and swallowed back to his stomach.
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.
It was such a momentary effort that Feng Jin sold Wei Ci without hesitation.
Wei Ci didn't know why, so he went out and said, "My lord, the green jade house in Qingmen, which was sent last year, now has more than ten acres of farming. Two days ago, the tenant farmers in charge of farming sent the ripe fruit to the county government. It's chilling in the well for a while, why don't you take it and try it out."
Jiang Pengji thought for a while before remembering what Wei Ci was referring to.
Green Gate Green Jade House, commonly known as "Watermelon".
She planted a small half-mu of watermelons in the county garden last year. The output was not much, only enough for her and her subordinates to try early adopters. Later, she felt that watermelons could make money for the common people to grow, so she planned to let some experienced tenant farmers take care of them. Unexpectedly, the planting was successful this year. .
After counting the time, it is indeed time for the watermelons to ripen one after another.
After Jiang Pengji agreed, Wei Ci asked the kitchen cook to fetch the watermelon from the well.
Untie the watermelon with a knife, and the bright red flesh is filled with cold air.
The watermelon is either cut into one piece or one piece, or directly cut in half and eaten with a spoon.
But these two ways of eating are too vulgar. Wei Ci can't imagine a gentleman like Feng Jin who is in his arms. He holds a half-round watermelon in his left hand and a spoon in his right. Li... The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to imagine it.
So, he instructed Paozi to cut off the skin of the melon, cut the pulp into small pieces and put them on a small plate, which is convenient for eating and eye-catching.
"The watermelon has been planted for more than ten acres. How is the yield per acre?"
Watermelons are only found in small countries in the Western Regions. If the ancient letter merchants had not brought a few live seedlings to Jiang Pengji, Jiang Pengji would not be able to eat this stuff.
Everyone present, except for the new ones, also ate a little last year and tasted something fresh.
Wei Ci replied, "One mu is about five thousand catties."
Five thousand pounds
When everyone heard this number, they were speechless. The output was really high.
Fu Wang ate a small piece, and the sweet melon flesh had an icy and refreshing chill, which was refreshing.
"Why is it all water?"
Looking at the chunks of melon flesh, he thought it was the same as ordinary fruit, how could he know that a bite would be full of juice.
But the fruit was delicious, and I finished a plate in no time.
"Watermelon is like this. It is eaten in summer to quench thirst and relieve heat."
Jiang Pengji is quite satisfied with the yield of watermelon per mu. With today's agricultural methods, one mu can have 5,000 catties, which is already considered a bumper harvest.
If she was on the live broadcast, the audience would also agree with her idea.
In the world of viewers in the live broadcast room, the yield per mu is only about 7,000 to 10,000, depending on the type of watermelon.
Jiang Pengji asked again, "The tenant farmers have been planting for a year, so they should have some experience. If the melons are planted to the people, will they be able to grow them alive?"
Watermelon has high yield, delicious taste and rarity, so there should be quite a market.
If you let the people plant some, it will definitely benefit a lot.
The premise of large-scale planting - this thing can't be hypocritical!
Otherwise, the people responded to the call and planted them, but because of their inexperience, the watermelons died, so why not pay for it
Wei Ci responded with ease, and seemed to have expected Jiang Pengji to ask such a question.
He seriously replied, "The tenant farmers have some experience in taking care of them for a year. This thing likes dryness and can't tolerate moisture, and prefers sandy soil to clay soil. If the weather is overcast and rainy, and the fields are too wet, the melons and seedlings are susceptible to diseases, and even affect the maturity of the melons. output."
Jiang Pengji thought while eating watermelon.
"Let's leave it to tomorrow to discuss it in detail."
She already has a rough plan in mind, and plans to discuss in detail with a few subordinates tomorrow to sort out a charter.
Today is a celebration feast, and it is not suitable to talk about these serious matters.
Because Jiang Pengji didn't like to be noisy, and everyone didn't have fun for too long, so the celebration banquet ended earlier.
Jiang Pengji asked people to prepare hot soup to wash away the sticky sweat and alcohol.
Entering the backyard, I saw Huijun sitting in the house embroidering patterns, and there were two round watermelons on a plate not far away.
She frowned, she didn't remember that someone gave Huijun a watermelon.
Although this thing has the effect of diuretic and detoxification, its properties are relatively cold. Pregnant women can eat it, but not more.
"Who brought this thing?" Jiang Pengji asked.
When Huijun saw Jiang Pengji coming, she stood up and saluted, and then she wondered, "Isn't this sent by Langjun?"
Jiang Pengji was noncommittal, and invited someone to ask, only then did she figure out who sent it.
After the celebration feast was over, she gave each person two extra watermelons.
There are few watermelons at the banquet, and it is not enough to eat.
The two on Huijun's side were actually donated by Fu Wang.
"It's quite good at borrowing flowers to offer Buddha..."
After muttering a few words, she turned her head and told Huijun not to be greedy.
"Lang Zhong came to see it today? What did he say?"
Huijun said, "Lang Zhong said that the fetal elephant is not very stable. It should be because of the marching for days. It's good to rest assured for a while."
She is in good health, and she can stabilize after taking care of her for a while.
"There are snow riding arrangements in the inner courtyard, you just need to raise the baby." Jiang Pengji said, "Embroidery hurts your eyes, don't do it at night in the future."
Huijun smiled and said, "Lang Jun is more careful than the mother-in-law of the Nu family."
Jiang Pengji said, "After all, she is the godmother after the child. You don't care about being a godmother. I, the godmother, should be more careful."
Whether it is a past life or this life, she is in awe of the new life.
After all, new life is the future.
The night was dark, but the lights were still bright in every household, and no one slept.
"Why hasn't Changsheng slept yet?"
Feng Jin had a thousand words to talk to his wife, but Changsheng, the little ancestor, stayed in the two-person room and couldn't move his butt.
"Changsheng's stomach hurts, my mother rubs it."
Changsheng was lying on his back in Wei Jingxian's arms, with a round belly, Wei Jingxian's hand rubbed gently on her belly.
"It's so big, can't you restrain yourself from eating less?"
Feng Jin sighed, the girl is young and the tonnage is not small, she looks like a ball from a distance.
Although children are fat and cute, I always feel that Changsheng is too fat.
Because Changsheng likes to stick with Wei Jingxian, the Feng Jin couple's plans to have another child can only be delayed.