In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 920 Fantasy and Excitement

The number 1800 was truly shocking, leaving the people at the scene stunned and unable to recover for a long time.

After a brief silence, a huge uproar followed.

"1800 jin? How can there be wheat with a yield of 1800 jin per mu in this world?"

"This is unbelievable! If my wheat could yield 1800 jin per mu, how could my family have to go hungry?"

"A mu of land yielding 1800 jin of wheat? I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!"

"Old man, is that 'rich wheat' really that productive?"

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Although most of the people present thought the old man was talking nonsense, they still couldn't help but hold onto a sliver of hope.

What if?

What if there really were wheat seeds with such a high yield?

One mu of land can produce 1800 jin of wheat. If a family has three or four mu of land, wouldn't they be able to harvest four or five thousand jin of wheat? This would not only feed the family but also allow them to sell the surplus wheat to buy necessities such as salt and cloth to improve their living standards.

Not to mention, most of the people on site own more than three or four mu of land. Yang Zheng's previous land redistribution policy had allocated more than 10 mu of farmland to most of them.

If they could plant high-yield wheat on all ten acres of land, they could harvest at least 18000 jin of wheat in six months...

Just thinking about that beautiful scene made them tremble with excitement.

"Why would I lie to you if I had nothing better to do?"

The old man smiled as he answered the questions: “A few days ago, Liangzhou was also harvesting its autumn crops, and the main crop they harvested was this Fugui wheat. The yield per mu was indeed over 1800 jin. That’s the yield per mu in Liangzhou. In Qingzhou, the yield of Fugui wheat can be even higher, reaching over 2000 jin.”

"hiss!"

The temperature in front of the county government office suddenly rose by several degrees, and all the people present gasped in surprise, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Wheat can yield 1800 jin per mu in Liangzhou and 2000 jin per mu in Qingzhou...

This was beyond any of their imagination.

They couldn't help but think that if they could grow wheat like this, they and their families would never have to go hungry again.

"Of course, this rich wheat is good, but it also has its drawbacks. It can only be planted in warm weather and cannot be planted in cold weather."

The old man said with a hint of regret.

When he learned about the high yield of Fugui wheat yesterday, he was no less shocked than the people present. Even though he had studied for most of his life and was highly respected in Wuming County, he had never heard of such a high-yield wheat.

He couldn't help but think that if this precious wheat could be planted in winter, then by the end of the year, the people of Mingzhou would be able to harvest a large amount of grain and would no longer have to suffer from hunger.

“I thought you were going to say something else, but it turns out you were talking about this! What’s so bad about that? This rich wheat yields the equivalent of three years’ worth of harvest in one season. So what if it can’t be planted in winter?”

"That's right! Planting one crop is enough to eat for two years!"

"Could this be celestial food from heaven? Otherwise, how could there be such a high yield?"

"If only we could grow this divine food! Then we wouldn't have to live such a miserable life!"

"Yes!"

"..."

The old man thought that the only drawback of the "rich wheat" variety was that it could only be planted in spring and summer, but the local people didn't think so.

It's a very simple principle: ordinary wheat only yields 300 jin per mu, while premium wheat yields 1800 jin. One crop of premium wheat is equivalent to six crops of ordinary wheat...

In the same six months, they can reap the rewards of six years...

Faced with such an astonishing yield, the other problems of the premium wheat are not even considered shortcomings. Even though the premium wheat is delicate and needs to be cared for like a newborn baby, they are happy to do so.

"It was I who was a little greedy!"

The old man shook his head after hearing everyone's comments, and then said, "It's already autumn, so planting the rich wheat is naturally not an option! But it doesn't matter, King Yang will bestow other grain varieties upon Mingzhou."

"But what about the iced wheat?"

Someone in the crowd chimed in.

"Exactly."

The old man nodded slightly: "This ice wheat, like the rich wheat, is a grain variety that King Yang personally obtained from Chenjia Village. Although its yield is not as high as that of the rich wheat, it can grow in the cold winter and can produce more than 1000 catties per mu."

The elders had already mentioned the yield per mu of ice wheat, but the people at the scene hadn't believed it before. Now, however, they had no choice but to believe it, since the autumn harvest in Liangzhou had already proven that the yield of Fugui wheat was over 1800 jin per mu.

With the precedent of 1800 jin per mu for Fugui wheat, the yield of 1000 jin per mu for Bing wheat becomes less unacceptable.

"Old man, do you mean that King Yang will give us the seeds of this ice wheat to grow?"

A rather clever man couldn't help but ask loudly, his face full of excitement.

The people at the scene, realizing this, trembled with excitement.

It's no wonder they were so excited; the ice wheat was simply too important to them.

Since the cold snap, crops could not be grown in Minnesota during the winter. Without crops, there was no source of income. The people of Minnesota either stayed at home and lived frugally, or braved the cold weather to go out and work hard. In short, life was quite difficult.

But if crops could be grown in winter, the situation would be different!

Once they planted the crops, they could harvest their grain at the end of the year, instead of having to endure the long wait until the next autumn harvest...

In short, ice wheat is nothing short of a lifeline for the people of Minnesota.

So when they realized that the government might give them ice wheat seeds, everyone trembled with excitement, staring intently at the old man, afraid that he would give a negative answer.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the old man slowly nodded: "That's right! King Yang knows the difficulties of the people of Mingzhou, so he specially transferred a batch of ice wheat seeds. All the people of Mingzhou can obtain ice wheat seeds from the government and then plant them on their own farmland."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment, but the next second, the crowd erupted in a deafening cheer!

"Hahaha! That's great! I can grow ice wheat now, and my family won't have to go hungry until the next harvest!"

"Hahahaha! Long live King Yang! Long live Bingmai! Long live Chenjia Village!"

"King Yang is simply a sage king reborn! In all my years, I have never encountered such a good government, nor such a good prince who treats us so well!"

"Hahaha! King Yang is here, and our good days are about to begin! Long live King Yang! Long live the Yang Family Army! Long live Chen Family Village!"

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