The first sweet potato finally showed its head, saying it was huge because it was probably as thick as an ordinary child's forearm.

This naturally cannot be compared with the giant, thick sweet potatoes in later generations. Fang Jifan gradually digs out the soil, and the long sweet potatoes, like lotus roots, were completely exposed in front of him.

call……

Several lieutenants opened their eyes wide.

In fact, they have not seen it before.

But at that time, most sweet potatoes had not yet formed, and were just used to record and observe their habits.

This is one.

Continue to do it...

Under this vine, another sweet potato is connected to this sweet potato.

This sweet potato... looks more like a potato. If it is compared to humans, then it is probably more like Teacher Pan, a human, like the first long sweet potato.

Fang Jifan comforted himself that Teacher Pan was not bad, after all, concentration is the essence.

When the second tree is completely exposed and unearthed, there will be...

One seedling is a large bunch. Although it is not as good as a grape, one can produce dozens of fruits, but this seedling has produced five sweet potatoes.

There are big and small, and there is one, even younger than an egg. This child...well, obviously there is no help.

But the size is as thick as a lotus root, and it is more than an inch long.

Fang Jifan's eyes were bright, he held them up and shouted: "Scale!"

The lieutenants were prepared and brought the weights, so they hurriedly took the weights.

The captain who was trying hard to adjust the weight had a glimmer of light in his eyes and said, "A hundred households have three pounds."

Three pounds...

If it were the sweet potatoes from later generations, a few sweet potatoes would probably be less than five kilograms.

But Fang Jifan was still happy, and the effect was far beyond his expectations.

There are hundreds of trees in this large acre of land.

So everyone stared at each other, Fang Jifan was confused. His calculation ability was pretty good in the past, but now... he needs to constantly convert units. The most important thing is that in a hurry, he was a little excited and confused, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it!"

"One five is made of five, two five is made of ten..."

The lieutenants did not dare to be negligent, and they all turned their fingers and began to calculate.

At this time, someone took off the basket on his back and said excitedly: "I have brought the abacus, I have brought the abacus."

Take out the abacus from the backpack and crackles for a while.

After a long time, Fang Jifan became impatient: "Have you calculated it?"

“…”

What I got is silence...

Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes. The students taught by the physical education teacher are better than you.

Fang Jifan gritted his teeth, but his mind was still messy. He just didn't want to leave it alone, he waited.

After a while, someone finally said, "Twenty-five stones...this acre of land is twenty-five stones."

"No." Someone said excitedly: "It's twenty-six stones, probably twenty-six stones."

The sound of their speech trembled.

This world is crazy.

This is a conservative estimate of Fang Jifan, which actually costs five or six stones more. However, Fang Jifan was quite suspicious of their calculation ability, so he suppressed his excitement and continued to wait for the final result.

Zhang Xin, who had been silent, was also confused. He looked at the ridges in the distance, the vines that could not be seen at the end, and the green potato leaves, in the warm sunlight, were particularly dazzling, as if they were confused by his eyes.

"That's right, it's twenty-six stones."

Finally, a captain with an IQ online finally confirmed it after calculating twice in a row.

There are many seedlings planted in each acre of land, especially in the fields in Xishan, which seedlings have been pested and which have been withered. Zhang Xin would bring them to record every few days.

Therefore, everyone knows it very well.

Twenty-six stones.

The Ming Dynasty continued the Song system, and among the units of measurement of the Song people, one stone was 120 kilograms.

Twenty-six stones...

Fang Jifan's head was obviously a little confused and said in a tangled manner: "Nearly three thousand kilograms? Ah, no, it should be 2,500 kilograms."

In the Ming Dynasty, one pound was about 600 grams, and one pound was equal to 16 taels, so it became known as half a pound and eight taels, which meant half a pound and eight taels, which were equally important and there was no difference.

Crazy.

Although the yield of sweet potatoes per acre in later generations was around 6,000 to 10,000 kilograms, it was based on countless improvements and the use of a large amount of fertilizer.

Although these sweet potatoes have been carefully cared for, especially the field in the southern foothills, which is the most important test field for hundreds of households, the output may be higher, but the twenty-six stones are still far beyond Fang Jifan's estimate.

He thought it would be good if he could have sixteen or seventeen stones.

Then, according to your own nature, brag about it, rounding it up, isn’t it just twenty stones?

The reason why Fang Jifan wanted this sweet potato to attract the attention of the world, and it was best to promote it as quickly as possible.

But now...

Fang Jifan looked at Zhang Xin.

This guy really takes care of sweet potatoes like his own son.

Apart from that, there is really no other explanation.

"Haha...thirty stones." Fang Jifan shouted in ecstasy.

A lieutenant couldn't help but say, "Hundred households are not thirty stones, but twenty-six stones..."

Fang Jifan slapped him directly. Fortunately, the slap was not heavy, but it was extremely crisp. Fang Jifan grinned at him, "How many stones are there now?"

The captain hurriedly covered his cheeks: "Twenty-six...no, thirty..."

Thirty stones...

We must declare that we are too lazy to do anything that has nothing to do. If we want to promote sweet potatoes, the first thing we must do is to promote its huge output, which is enough to move everyone under this huge output.

Once such a high-yield crop is released and when it is promoted to thousands of households in the future, will it have anything to do with Fang Jifan? You can't plant it yourself, anyway... you will have to bite to death. Thirty stones, not a pound of pounds!

In the northern land, the average wheat yield is only two or three stones. This comparison is ten times higher.

Fang Jifan laughed loudly, and the captains also said excitedly: "A hundred households are wise."

"The Hundred Houses are actually Shennong in the world."

"We can serve hundreds of households, even if we are pigs and dogs, we will be happy..."

But at this moment, a long roar interrupted everyone's chance to show off.

Zhang Xin's tears were already surging out uncontrollably. He held the sky with both hands and let out a loud whistle: "Xiao Jie... I became... I became... The hard work of these days has not been wasted, it has not been in vain..."

He snapped and knelt directly in the soft mud, his face full of tears and his shoulders trembling.

"Do you want to hire a doctor?" Fang Jifan said with concern.

He suddenly felt that Zhang Xin's status in his mind had improved, and the high yield of sweet potatoes was really a great contribution. A guy from a young man actually became a farmer and even had a quarrel with his family because of this. He just rolled up his legs and dug in the ground every day, and he never had time to do anything from morning to night.

In fact... Sweet potatoes are important, Fang Jifan has the advantage of time travelers, and it is also extremely important to recognize the importance of sweet potatoes, but... if there is no one who is capable and takes this farmland as his own life, it may not even be able to achieve such results in three or five years.

Many things, even if the direction is right, success or failure may not be the case. Success or failure depends on people's hearts and whether they are willing to spend time doing it.

Now seeing this guy rolling in the mud with grief, Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, feeling moved and a faint feeling of distress.

After crying, Zhang Xin gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine. Let's dig it out, and all of it will be dug out. This acre of land will be collected today!"

Yes, calculating is one thing, but the harvest still requires digging out countless sweet potatoes in person.

Seeing that Zhang Xin had recovered his energy, everyone did not hesitate and immediately started digging sweet potatoes.

They dare not use tools. Every sweet potato is precious. To them, it is their hard work. If they use tools, it will inevitably hurt the root of the sweet potato, so they all use their hands.

In a moment, many people's hands became dirty.

Zhang Xin's eyes were covered with blood.

The fair face at the time is no longer different from the ordinary old farmers. Not only is the person darker, but his skin has also become much rougher. He used to be wearing a wide fish suit and a silver belt he received during the proofreading. He was handsome and upright.

But after a period of time, the lieutenants of the military farm began to realize that the wide fish suits, beautiful boots, belts around their waists, and even swords stuck around their waists became obstacles to their farming.

So, gradually, some people started to wear short clothes, just a short shirt, and put on breeches on their lower backs, and no longer wear boots. Once they get mud and water, they become surprisingly bulky. Moreover, they need to wrap their feet. After working for a day, they feel uncomfortable all over, so they change to cloth shoes. The cloth shoes are convenient, and they become dirty when they are dirty, so they don’t care.

The image of Zhang Xin is probably the same. He rolled up his sleeve shirt and exposed his arms. He was breeches under his feet. The legs under his knees were never clean. He had a pair of cloth shoes, mud on his shoes. His hands were well-maintained in the past, and had long been called up. He used to have slender nails like all noble men. But now, the nails have long been smoothed, and the nails are uneven, and there is no beauty to appreciate.

The weather is not hot under the sun, but many people are sweating heavily. This is a group of "earth rats" who are already good at rolling in the mud. There are many people coming. The sweet potatoes of a mud were harvested in less than two hours.

"Twenty-six stones, nothing wrong."
Chapter completed!