Chapter 152

"The fine wine brewed by Boss Xu of the small tavern, finally got to drink it again!"

Cai Quanwu was very moved.

Xu Huirong of the small tavern was skilled at brewing wine, and the fine wine she brewed was good but expensive; with his income, he couldn't afford to drink it at all.

If it weren't for Wan Ping'an treating them, he would at most save money during the year to buy some to satisfy his craving during the New Year.

"Drink freely, there's plenty of wine!"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

As long as his subordinates were loyal enough, he wouldn't treat them poorly.

As long as Cai Quanwu was loyal enough, eating well and drinking well was definitely no problem, and he would be guaranteed to have no worries about food and clothing!

"Little Cai, you've met a good boss."

"If you met a stingy one, it would be good enough if they let you fill up on thin porridge."

Han Dahe picked up a piece of rabbit meat and put it into his mouth happily.

Raising chickens for Wan Ping'an and keeping Cai Quanwu company, his life had also improved.

Soon.

All three of them were full.

There was still some wine and meat left, so Wan Ping'an told them to put it away and heat it up for the next meal.

In the fifties, there was no such thing as not being able to eat leftovers.

After eating.

Wan Ping'an stood up and walked toward the rice field.

A batch of rice had already been harvested, and this batch was also about to mature and would be harvested soon.

"Ping'an, I used to grow rice, and I made a rough estimate yesterday; the yield per mu of rice in this field is at least sixteen hundred jin."

Han Dahe sighed deeply.

When he first calculated it, he also suspected that his calculation was wrong.

He took samples three times in succession and calculated in different ways, and the conclusion was the same: the yield per mu of rice was at least sixteen hundred jin.

"Isn't that very good?"

Wan Ping'an smiled slightly.

Of course, he knew Han Dahe was shocked.

Even decades later, the yield of dry rice was generally only about one thousand jin per mu.

Some varieties were good, and management was more scientific, so the yield per mu was only about fifteen hundred jin.

In the fifties.

Limited by seeds, technology, and fertilizer, the yield per mu could never reach fifteen hundred jin; it was simply too high!

But the rice Wan Ping'an grew could reach sixteen hundred jin.

If it got out, it would definitely trigger a major earthquake in Beijing!

Of course.

There was another possibility.

That no one would believe it!

They would listen to it as a joke!

Sixteen hundred jin per mu was simply ridiculously high!

"Just you two know, without my permission, you are not allowed to tell anyone!"

Wan Ping'an issued a gag order!

Possessing a treasure is a crime!

Without enough strength, the news of sixteen hundred jin of rice per mu would only bring him endless trouble.

Rice is a staple food!

The importance of tomatoes, pumpkins, and watermelons cannot be compared to rice at all!

After looking at the rice.

Wan Ping'an began to inspect the newly planted crops, many of which had just sprouted and were growing vigorously.

With the farming system's catalysis.

The growth period of these crops would be significantly shortened.

They would soon grow up and enter the maturity period, providing him with vegetables, fruits, and grain!

"Every time I see the crops growing vigorously, my heart settles down; with food, I won't go hungry, and I won't panic!"

Han Dahe sighed.

In the old society, the bottom-level people lived difficult lives, going hungry was a common occurrence, and people starving to death was not uncommon.

Grain.

Was what they valued most!

Wan Ping'an took the two of them for a tour.

As the tour was ending, a rabbit broke in, wanting to gnaw on the seedlings.

The big black dog rushed up.

By the time the rabbit realized the situation was bad, it was too late to run; it was bitten by the big black dog, which wagged its tail and brought it to Wan Ping'an.

"Good, well done!"

"I'll bring you meat bones next time!"

Wan Ping'an patted the big black dog's head; the big black dog was really useful!

"What do you think, if the mountains in front were all planted with crops and fruit trees, what would happen?"

Wan Ping'an stood up and looked at the mountain not far away.

It wasn't high or steep, and it would be easy to reclaim into farmland or plant fruit trees.

It's just that.

No one had gone to reclaim it yet.

"It could feed a lot of people!"

Han Dahe's eyes lit up.

If it all became farmland, wouldn't Wan Ping'an become a big landlord?

"If it were all planted with fruit trees and crops, you would need to find more people to guard the land; I definitely couldn't guard it all by myself."

Cai Quanwu sighed.

Guarding the six mu of land was already a bit strenuous for him; he couldn't guard even one more mu.

Wan Ping'an nodded and didn't speak.

Analyzing the characteristics of the mountain land in front of him, what could be planted?

He could plant kiwifruit, apples, and many kinds of fruit trees, but it was still a piece of wasteland and didn't belong to him yet.

"Ping'an, it's getting late."

"If you don't want to stay here, it's best to go back now."

Han Dahe reminded Wan Ping'an.

The fifties had just entered the new society, and there were still some remaining saboteurs.

If you walk at night, it's easy to encounter accidents.

Wan Ping'an nodded.

The Sihe Academy locked its doors at a set time every night.

He should go back.

He turned around and headed home; on the way back, a picture kept appearing in his mind: planting all the barren mountains with various fruit trees and crops.