Chapter 150: How to Plant It
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In the end, Fan Zijin had to fork out money to buy his corn because Qi Haoran really didnât have a single cent left.
Such seeds were naturally useless for the two of them, so Mu Yangling took over and said to the two of them seriously, âActually, corn is truly a high-yielding crop that can grow in the drylands, and doesnât need to be served more meticulously than wheat. When I go back, Iâll plant it in the remaining 20-odd acres of low-grade land in the south.â Mu Yangling touched the sack and sighed slightly. âAlthough I donât like to eat corn, I canât deny that what Shizong said makes sense. Now that itâs a chaotic world, who knows if the heavens will come out and interfere? Therefore, itâs still better to have an additional life-saving item.â
Mu Yangling pinched the corn and said in the end, âI prefer to call it maize. Sounds more unpalatable and cheaper.â
This time, even Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin could sense the deep displeasure in her tone.
Fan Zijin looked at her suspiciously. âYouâve eaten maize before?â He had also seen the description and image of corn in âThe Alternate Matter Recordsâ. That was why he could recognize this thing immediately after Mu Yangling mentioned it. Why did it seem like Mu Yangling was very familiar with this?
Instead of explaining, Mu Yangling just looked at the mother and son and asked Qi Haoran, âWhat do you plan to do?â
Qi Haoran replied with a serious expression, âOf course Iâll keep them here. Donât worry, Iâll arrange their accommodation. The military doctor will treat his motherâs illness, and the medicinal herbs will be provided by me.â A bear-like glint flashed across Qi Haoranâs eyes. âIâve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.â
After that, it was all confidential. Qi Haoran stopped talking and Mu Yangling stopped asking.
Fan Zijin went over to discuss with the man. Although he had just come out of the mountains and was an honest man, he was still vigilant. Moreover, Qi Haoran was a soldier. The commoners had never had a good impression of soldiers.
Fan Zijin pointed at Mu Yangling and said with a smile, âThis is our younger sister. She wants to plant the maize you brought here, but she has never planted them before, so we hope that you can stay and give her some pointers.â Fan Zijin looked at the old woman lying on the bed and said worriedly, âYour motherâs body is so weak. Even if she takes the medicine, Iâm afraid she wonât be able to travel such a long distance back. Why donât you stay and wait for your mother to recover before leaving?â
The man looked at his mother and agreed without thinking. He rubbed his hands helplessly and said, âBut how can I live in the military camp? Why donât I just find some place to stay in the county? If the young lady wants to plant seeds, she can just come and look for me.â
How could Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin let him leave in peace, let alone let him stay in the military camp? This personâs identity had yet to be investigated clearly. Even if he and Fan Zijin already believed his words, they had to investigate further. Otherwise, what if he was a Hu spy? There were many secrets in the military camp.
Qi Haoran walked over and said, âIâm not asking you to stay in the military camp. I have a friend in the county who has a house there. Bring your mother there to stay. Iâll get someone to take care of you later. The military doctor will also go over to treat your mother. When weâre ready, weâll invite you over to help see how to plant the maize.â
Qi Haoran waved his hand and called a group of soldiers over. He pointed at them and said, âLet them send you there.â
That man was so frightened that he fell sitting on the ground. He looked at Qi Haoran with a pale face. Looking at the soldiers with sabers and armor, he felt that he might be sent to prison.
Before Qi Haoran knew what had happened, Mu Yangling had already taken two steps forward to comfort him. âUncle, Little General is concerned about your mother.â Mu Yangling tried her best to show a look of reverence and admiration on her face. She said affectionately, âLittle General is a very kind person. Itâs really because of this that I thought of bringing you here to look for him. As long as thereâs any difficulty, as long as he can help, he will do his best to help the people. Everyone in a radius of five kilometers knows this, so everyone adores Little General.â
That man looked at Qi Haoran suspiciously. He was clearly just a teenager. Was he really that powerful?
Thinking of this, Qi Haoran didnât seem terrifying. Which man in his twenties or thirties would be afraid of a youth in his teens?
Seeing that his expression had softened a little, Mu Yangling continued, âJust now, Little General told me that he respected Emperor Shizong the most. How could Emperor Shizong be wrong? It must be that the people arenât planting the corn the way Emperor Shizong had in mind, so Little General plans to personally experiment. We must try to produce the high-yielding and drought-resistant maize that Emperor Shizong envisioned.â
âItâs corn.â The man mustered his courage and corrected her. âWe call it corn there.â
âYes, itâs corn, but we have to conform to the requirements of the times. Itâs no big deal to refer to it as maize. Donât you think the name âmaizeâ is more appropriate?â
Only then did the man stop objecting. Mu Yangling then asked, âUncle, after talking for so long, I still donât know your surname.â
The man looked at her blankly. âWhat?â
âWhatâs your surname?â
âMy surname is Zhuang1.â The man scratched his head and smiled foolishly. âThey all say that I have a great surname, so the crops I grow are the best. Take corn, no, maize, for instance. In our village, my yield is the highest. Last year, one acre of my maize fields harvested about 300 catties.â
Only then did Qi Haoran and Fan Zijinâs eyes widen. âSo much? Back then, when we planted it for the first time, the yield was only 56 catties per acre.â
A mouthful of blood stuck in Mu Yanglingâs throat. âHow did you produce such a strange yield?â
This time, everyone looked at Mu Yangling. She immediately shut her mouth and said, âForget it. Letâs treat Grandma Zhuang first. Iâll go back first.â
The man hurriedly said, âIâll help you carry the corn back.â
âNo need. Itâs just two sacks. I can do it myself.â As she spoke, Mu Yangling picked up one sack in each hand, nodded to Qi Haoran and Fan Zijin, and strode away.
Only the man was left with his mouth agape as he watched Mu Yangling leave.
Fan Zijin had been paying attention to him. Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
After Mu Yangling carried the corn home and poured it out, she realized that all the corn was not bad and was very plump. She believed that it would work well as seeds.
Looking at the corn, Mu Yangling couldnât help but think of her previous life. Speaking of which, that previous Mu family1 could be considered to have no progeny anymore. Now that she and her father were dead in that world, she didnât know if there was anyone to offer incense to her grandparents in the future.
However, when she thought about how loyal their entire family was, she felt that there should at least be someone offering incense to her ancestors. She just didnât know if there were many.
Mu Yangling let her imagination run wild for a moment before packing the corn again.
As soon as Xiuhong and the others opened the door, they saw a golden patch on the ground. Having never seen this thing before, their mouths immediately fell open. Little Bowen ran to his sisterâs side and asked in surprise, âSister, what is this? Itâs gorgeous! Can it be eaten?â
âDidnât you go to the county to buy food ingredients for your brother? Why did you carry this back?â Mu Shi asked with widened eyes.
Only Shu Wanniang hesitated for a moment before asking uncertainly, âThis is corn, right?â
Mu Yangling looked up at her mother. âMother, do you recognize it?â
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