The Reborn Wife is Farming

Mu Yangling turned his head to stare at Qi Haoran, Fan Zijin also stared at Qi Haoran, Qi Haoran stuttered under the pincers from left and right, then turned to Mu Yangling hesitantly, and said, "This should belong to us, right?"

Mu Yangling thought about it carefully, and what Fan Zijin said was also reasonable, but she was obviously wrong to want to take advantage of these two people.

Mu Yangling nodded and said, "Okay, how much do you think you account for?"

Under Fan Zijin's stare, Qi Haoran said, "10%?"

Mu Yangling rolled his eyes, "What is 10% enough for? Go ahead and let Fan Zijin talk."

Fan Zijin was very satisfied with Mu Yangling's generosity, and said: "It's useless for us to ask for this corn, so we just try something new, and it probably won't make any money if we sell it."

Mu Yangling nodded, "So?"

"So, what I want is the planting method and planting data. The most important thing is that this thing belongs to Haoran."

Mu Yangling and Qi Haoran shook their heads, expressing whether they understood or not.

Fan Zijin looked at the two equally stupid and cute people in front of him, found a piece of grass to sit down, and motioned for them to sit down and have a long talk. Mu Yangling glanced at the cornfield, and Fan Zijin said, "Don't worry, Yanmo and Feibai won't take it All your corn has been broken, these two boys are smart and know we have something to say."

Qi Haoran and Mu Yangling were sitting opposite Fan Zijin, listening to his explanation with their chins propped up.

Seeing the two move in unison, Fan Zijin felt a little uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and said, "Before, the yield of corn was 300 per mu because of the wrong planting method. Although there is no harvest yet, based on my estimation, the yield per mu is no less than 500." 100, this is still on the worst inferior land, the base fertilizer is not good, and this year's weather is dry, so the worst case can yield 500 mu per mu, so what if it is under good conditions? Not to mention, such a If wheat is planted in the inferior land, it is not certain whether there will be a yield of 100 catties per mu in the end. If corn is planted in the inferior land of the whole Dazhou, even if there is a disaster year, the people will not be so hungry that they will be displaced and leave their homes. The family is ruined! Think about it, what a credit this is."

Mu Yangling understood, "You want Qi Haoran to take the credit."

Fan Zijin raised his head proudly, "This land is a military field under the name of Haoran. You are a military household under Haoran. Haoran bought the seeds, and Haoran even came when the seeds were planted. Don't you think this is due to Haoran?"

Mu Yangling twitched his lips, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I told you earlier, it's useless for me to want this thing. I'll send you the planting method in a book later, and you can use it to ask for credit?"

When Fan Zijin saw Mu Yangling on the road, he immediately smiled with satisfaction.

Qi Haoran stared and said: "What do I want this credit for? What I want is military merit, and I will earn it myself."

"This thing works better with you than with Mu Yangling. Now that you have resources, why waste them?"

Mu Yangling asked them, "Then do you still divide the corn?"

"It's useless if we ask for it, just break some when you want to eat, and the rest is all yours." Fan Zijin decided.

Mu Yangling got up and patted his buttocks, "Alright then, let's go back now."

Seeing that no one listened to him, Qi Haoran died of anger immediately. Just as he was about to get angry, he thought of Mu Shi as soon as he thought of it. When the time comes, he will just push Mu Shi out. It is true that the land planted by Mu Yangling should be attributed to her father, right?

Thinking of this, Qi Haoran suddenly felt complacent, looked at the two of them and secretly said: Wait, let's see if the Lord doesn't blind you.

Yan Mo and Fei Bai didn't know where they went, and there was no one there yet, so Qi Haoran yelled at the corn field: "You guys plan to celebrate the New Year inside? Come out soon!"

Yan Mo and Fei Bai answered vaguely inside, and it took a long time before they ran out covered with grass, each carrying a bag full of corn.

Mu Yangling looked at the two bundles of corn, stared and said: "Do you want to eat so much? The corn is still tender, and you have stripped off all the coats, and you can't keep it. If it turns rotten later, I will stuff your mouths." It’s a traditional virtue to love food and not waste it, do you know that?”

Yan Mo nodded and bowed his waist and said: "Miss Mu, I wanted to save it for you, but didn't I want to give some to our eldest son to try something new? So I picked more on purpose."

Mu Yangling was in a good mood, "For the general, you have to choose carefully. I will choose some good ones for you later. Don't peel off the feeling. Bring two layers of clothes. Even on a hot day, you can put three coats on them." Four days."

When the group went back to Mu's house, the aunt was standing at the door watching. When she first saw Mu Yangling, she got angry and didn't see who was standing next to her. Water? Why is it like going to a temple fair, and you haven’t come back until now, I thought something happened to you.”

"Auntie, who do you think is here?" Mu Yangling motioned her to see Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin, and said, "I came back early, thinking that our corn should be edible, so I took the little general and the others to pick it. "

Seeing Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin expressing their warm welcome, the aunt hurriedly welcomed them in, took the corn from Yanmo and the others, and said, "I'll get this stuff, please sit down quickly, I'll ask Xiuhong to pour it for you." Tea." When I walked to the door, I realized that I had never eaten corn, and I didn't know how to make it, so I came back to Lamu Yangling, "A Ling, you go get it, and I will pour tea for the little general and the others."

Mu Yangling sent the things to the kitchen, put them in the cauldron after passing through the water once, Shu Wanniang looked aside curiously, saw that she poured some salt into it and set the pot on, asked quickly: " Are you okay with this?"

Mu Yangling nodded, "Okay, what else do you want? Salt is so expensive, I put so much in it, it should be able to taste, that's all, let's light the fire like this."

Shu Wanniang hesitated and said: "I remember that there are several dishes made of corn in the book. Some are called Jinyu Mantang, and some are rich and prosperous. What's your name?"

Mu Yangling rolled his eyes and said, "I call it boiled corn in salt water. I dare not say anything else. Emperor Sejong must have eaten this dish."

Shu Wanniang slapped her daughter on the head and said, "You're talking nonsense again. When Emperor Sejong mentioned the names of these dishes, the corn hadn't been found yet."

"Then how do you think Emperor Sejong knew about corn and the names of the dishes made of corn? He must have eaten it, maybe in a dream."

Shu Wanniang didn't believe her daughter's words at all, she got up and picked up the leftover corn to ponder, "This corn looks really good, I'll see if I can make some dishes later."

"This is yellow corn. It probably won't taste good. You have to find waxy corn and sweet corn. I think it can make that taste. But no matter what it is, I don't like to eat it as long as it tastes like corn."

"Why? I smell very fragrant."

Mu Yangling said nonsense: "When I was learning how to grow corn with Guanyin Bodhisattva, I was forced to eat a lot of corn. I ate it every day and every year. I ate it every time I saw corn, so I didn't want to eat it."