The scorching hot weather always makes people feel that time is long, but no matter how long the time is, it will always flow quietly between the days, like the sand leaking from the fingertips.

The golden autumn is probably the most joyful season of the year. The clear blue sky also seems to have been raised by a layer, and the autumn is high and refreshing. And the wheat and millet that had been bent over the field were filled with the joy of a good harvest.

But in Ma's Farm, it broke the law of the season. It's a busy scene, but it's not just about reaping the fruits, but also about sowing hope.

Ma Chao finally took off the brocade robe that showed his identity today, and put on a coarse linen robe, mixed in the cornfield, just like those old farmers, but the handsome face with red lips and white teeth and the handsome and upright posture can immediately distinguish him from those old farmers. However, the joy of the harvest on his face was the same as that of the old peasants.

Yun'er is also on the farm today, and is learning from Ma Chao to break corn; Han Ying and Cai Yan are also there, but these two are too inefficient compared to Yun'er, who does farm work. Han Ying, in particular, had never seen this kind of crop, so he broke one and clamped it under his armpit, and then broke another and continued to stuff it under his armpit, but he pushed the last corn cob into the ground. It's just a virtue like a bear breaking a stick.

Cai Yan is even more not, she has been grinding her hands with a pen all year round, when has she ever done such rough work? Either the skin was cut off by a corn leaf, or the head was crushed by a corn stalk. As for the corn cob, it seems that a few of them have been broken. However, Ma Chao felt that from beginning to end, she seemed to have only broken that corn cob, right?

Ma Xiu, Ma Yunlu, and Ma Tie are also there. If it is really labor, Ma Xiu is barely okay, although the speed is also a lot worse, but as a general, he also has a lot of persistence. At the age of twelve, under the sultry heat of the autumn tiger, he finished breaking the corn crop. As for Ma Yunlu and Ma Tie, these two have already fought with broken corn stalks......

Of course, Ma Chao will not really bring these people to be laborers, but they are just bored. It's just in time for this harvest day, and it's just a matter of bringing these people over to have fun and experience life.

Looking at the cornfield that everyone had ruined in a few minutes, Ma Chao gradually became a little speechless. Hurriedly pulled out this group of pests, so as not to cause more trouble to the old peasants: you know, these grains are not for eating. Instead, it will be reserved for tomorrow to continue to expand the planting!

At this moment, there was a commotion from one part of the farm. Ma Chao wiped his sweat casually and walked briskly to that place. I saw dozens of serfs kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for something.

Ma Chao's face immediately turned cold: since he crossed over, Ma Chao has always paid attention to his reputation building plan to eliminate the influence of plundering those big families. Under his rule, those poor people were also worshiped as a god general.

The reason is that Ma Chao adopts benevolent and generous treatment for soldiers, subordinates, servants, and craftsmen, so as to create his own glorious and great image. And seeing what these people are begging for at this time, can Ma Chaoyan not be angry?

"What's going on?" Ma Chao asked Han Feng in a cold voice, and his tone was already with a hint of reproach.

"Young master, these people refuse to plant this winter wheat in the field...... Han Feng made a bitter face: not to mention these old farmers, even Han Feng was very hesitant about these wheat winters in his heart. The young master will be punished by heaven for wasting food like this......

Hearing that this was the reason, Ma Chao's face softened. He knew that after all, these things broke the inherent thinking of these ancients, and it was extremely difficult for them to accept, let alone implement. Therefore, Ma Chao came here today, just to solve these problems with his prestige: this has nothing to do with Han Feng's management, and he really can't solve it if he doesn't come forward.

"Don't worry, I know what you mean and understand your mood at this time. But since he dares to do this, he naturally knows it in his heart. Ma Chao clapped his hands, picked up the old farmer closest to him, and continued: "These wheat can survive the winter, and it will ripen next summer." If you don't believe it, look around, have you seen these crops? ”

Speaking of this, everyone was a little moved: Yes, the young master is so wise, I don't know where to get these immortals? With such magical powers, if you are not sure, how can you rashly plant?

The first old farmer who was helped up by Ma Chao, after taking a closer look at Ma Chao, said fiercely: "That's it, the old man will believe in the young master once!" ”

With this old peasant taking the lead, those serfs no longer insisted, and under their command, they sowed the wheat in an orderly manner.

"Young master, young master, those cucumbers, tomatoes, beans, peppers, grapes, etc., have all been collected. But the potato ......" came from Ma Chao's old housekeeper Ma Zheng, and since the old man's job was replaced by Yun'er, he has been directly promoted from an old slave to the level of a housekeeper. With decades of experience, Ma Chao's housekeeping dishes of all sizes are well organized, and the management of cooks, slaves, and servants also obeys Ma Chao's requirements and treats them well one by one, but it has made Ma Chao famous, and he has also fallen well.

After Ma Chao heard Ma Zheng's inquiry, he naturally patted his head and smiled: The potatoes grew underneath, and these ancients had no experience in this area at all, so they were naturally a little blind.

These potatoes, since Ma Chao brought them, have been growing in this Ma farm for more than five months. At this point, the stems and leaves are completely yellowed and ready for harvesting.

Ma Chao arrived in the potato field, and he was not polite, he reached out and grabbed the stems and leaves on the potatoes, and pulled them out with force, looking at the potatoes in Ma Chao's hands, everyone took a breath of cool air, only to see that the potato roots were carrying four fist-sized potatoes, each of which exceeded a catty.

Is this worth it? One plant can produce four catties, and if you plant a thousand plants per acre of land, there will be three thousand catties, even if this bag of potato seedlings is carefully cared for, it is impossible to have this yield in the field. However, even so, there are 1,500 catties for a fold, and one stone in the Han Dynasty is about 120 catties, which is enough for 123 stones!

The crop yield in the Han Dynasty was quite low, and one acre of land produced three stones. Of course, one acre of land in the Han Dynasty is less than 0.7 acres now. That is four stones, a total of less than 400 catties, compared with the current yield of 1,000 catties per mu, it is too little, it is almost like relying on the sky to harvest.

And the reason why everyone was surprised was naturally because of the yield per mu of this potato. You must know that the crops picked by Ma Chao before, although they were carefully cared for and the yield was quite large, did not exceed twice the normal yield per mu in the Han Dynasty. The shock they bring is more about freshness.

But this potato is different, its yield is actually four or five times higher than the yield per mu of any crop! This kind of shock is something that those old farmers can't imagine at all, and they can't help but be surprised. And Han Ying, Cai Yan and others opened their cherry mouths in surprise after asking those old farmers, obviously unable to react to the facts in front of them.

But Ma Chao was still not shocked enough, and scratched his head and said strangely: "No, why is it so little?" ”

Hearing his words, everyone fell to the ground together, Han Ying was full of smiles and was about to pretend to comfort Yun Ye, but saw that Ma Chao was like a mad dog, digging hard in the soil with his hands, until three more potatoes were dug out, he nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Ma Chao felt that the surroundings were a little quiet, and when he turned his head to look, he found that everyone was staring at the three potatoes in his hand with wide eyes. Half a day later, an old farmer screamed: "Oh my God, forty stones! ”

Ma Chao turned his head to see that the old farmer was so excited that he fainted, and Ma Chao hurriedly pinched people, poured cold water, and tossed for a long time before he woke up the old farmer. As soon as the old farmer opened his eyes, he hurriedly got up and knelt down to Ma Chao: "Young master, God and man!" If these crops can be planted in all parts of our Han Dynasty as soon as possible, then the poor people will no longer have to suffer from hunger! With that, the old peasant cried and grabbed the ground.

Ma Chao knew that the grandchildren of this old farmer died of starvation during the Yellow Turban Rebellion. For hunger, this old man has an unforgettable pain. At this time, how can you not be excited to see that Ma Chao actually harvested such a high-yield crop?

Everyone seemed to be shocked by the old farmer's words, and they all knelt on the ground and cried. For a while, this originally joyful harvest turned into a funeral like Ma Chao's braids. Even women such as Ma Yunlu, Yun'er, Cai Yan, and Han Ying also burst into tears slightly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Ma Chao hurriedly helped the old farmer up, but the old farmer may still be immersed in grief, and as soon as he was helped up by Ma Chao, he fell down again. Ma Chao was like this, so he had to hold the potatoes and said loudly: "Don't be sad anymore, Ma's Farm has harvested these grains today and kept them as seeds, and next year it will be taken to the overseas wasteland to expand production." As long as everyone works together, within three years, the entire Yongzhou can be planted with these crops. At that time, a certain guarantee that all the people under the rule of the Ma family will never go hungry again! ”

"The young master is wise!" Everyone shouted in unison, and for a moment they felt that their bodies were full of strength again, and under the orders of the leaders and stewards, they entered the next round of labor.

Ma Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, thinking that there would be nothing wrong, right?

But when he looked up, he saw that the ugly brother had already walked quickly to his side, and said something in his ear:

"Sun Jian died in battle......"