Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

"Ping An, you're ruthless enough!"

"Six hundred yuan, the Jia family must be heartbroken, right?"

Cai Quanwu was very surprised.

In an era where the average wage is only a dozen yuan, six hundred yuan is not an astronomical figure, but it is definitely a small fortune!

Most families can't afford it!

"here you go!"

"We cannot be soft on the enemy!"

"Beat her until she's hurt, make her scared, and we can avoid more trouble!"

Han Dahe gave Wan Ping'an a thumbs up.

While the three were chatting, the big black dog came out.

Wan Ping'an found it strange. Every time he came to Liu Mu Di, the big black dog would be the first to rush out and greet him warmly. Why was it nowhere to be seen today?

Now I understand!

The big black dog brought him a gift.

He pushed a large watermelon from the watermelon patch to him.

Wang Wang!

The big black dog pushed the watermelon to his feet and barked twice.

"I can't understand dog language, but judging from the big black dog's expression, it's probably inviting me to eat watermelon, right?"

Wan Ping'an speculated.

"Round and plump, with no blemishes on the surface, and you can smell a unique fragrance even before you cut it open. This watermelon must be of very high quality!"

Han Dahe tapped the watermelon with his hand.

thumbs up!

The crops grown by Wan Ping'an—tomatoes, pumpkins, and rice—are all of the highest quality, suitable for imperial tribute.

Watermelons will be no exception, right?

"Old Cai, bring me the cleaver, let's cut it open and have a taste!"

Wan Ping'an nodded.

With the help of a system, the watermelons grown must be of tribute quality!

Cai Quanwu brought out a kitchen knife.

click!

The watermelon split open the moment the blade touched it.

A sweet aroma wafts out!

Swish swish!

Cai Quanwu cut the watermelon into wedges.

The translucent red flesh, like a large ruby, is inlaid with watermelon seeds made of black gemstones, making it look like a work of art.

"So lovely!"

"I can't bear to eat it!"

Han Dahe picked up a slice of watermelon and examined it carefully.

"Eat it, how can you not bear to eat it?"

"Watermelons are for eating, how about trying one?"

Wan Pingan picked up a slice of watermelon and took a bite.

moment.

The sweet juice flowed down my throat.

"it is good!"

"I'm over sixty years old, and this is the first time in my life I've ever eaten such a delicious watermelon!"

Han Dahe gave a thumbs up.

Cai Quanwu lowered his head and ate a mouthful of food, not even having time to say anything.

"Come on, Big Black, you eat with us!"

Wan Ping'an picked up a slice of watermelon, put it on the ground, and let Da Hei eat it.

Big Black took a big bite.

The dog's eyes were wide open!

Wang Wang!

Big Black barked twice, very excited, and then started munching away.

After eating the red flesh of the watermelon, he still wasn't satisfied and took two more bites, even eating the watermelon rind. After finishing, he looked up at Wan Ping'an.

"Haha, no need to eat the rind, just follow me and you'll have plenty of watermelon!"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

Even Dahei likes to eat watermelon.

He then handed Big Black a slice of watermelon.

"Ping An, the quality of the watermelons is no worse than that of tomatoes and pumpkins. They're sure to sell like hotcakes. When do you plan to start selling them?"

Cai did not ask any questions.

He was a little numb.

The crops Wan Ping'an grows, whether tomatoes, pumpkins, rice, or watermelons, are all vastly different from what others grow.

"Let's see how many there are!"

Wan Ping'an got up and went to the watermelon area.

Together with Han Dahe, they estimated the watermelon yield.

Before Wan Ping'an's transmigration, with modern planting techniques, small watermelons yielded three to five thousand catties per mu, while large watermelons yielded between seven to eight thousand and ten thousand catties per mu.

In the 1950s, the planting techniques were much worse.

The number of people producing is even lower.

soon.

Han Dahe's preliminary assessment results are in.

The yield of watermelons planted by Wan Ping'an per mu (unit of land area) is definitely no less than 20,000 jin (unit of weight).

Han Dahe was stunned, thinking he had miscalculated. He called Cai Quanwu, and the two of them carefully estimated it again, and the result was still more than 20,000 jin.

In the 1950s, this was an incredible, absolutely unattainable yield per acre.

Wan Ping has arrived safely!

The yield from one acre of land he cultivates is equivalent to that of more than ten acres of land cultivated by others.

Not only is the output high!

Higher quality!

"Ping An, if you expand your planting scale, those who run factories and hotels won't make as much money as you!"

Cai was completely unmoved.

Wan Ping'an smiled but did not answer.

His attention was focused on the system rewards.

[System detected a bumper watermelon harvest!]

[Reward calculation in progress...]

[Rewards will be distributed in your personal space!]

[Rewards: 1,000 RMB cash, one ton of cod, one ton of beef, one ton of lamb, one ton of apples, one ton of bananas, one ton of rose grapes...]

Wan Ping'an's eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled.

The system is so generous!

The rewards are incredibly generous!

Wan Ping'an left the six acres of land.

Han Dahe and Cai Quanwu sat on the edge of the field chatting.

"Brother Han, how do you think Ping An farms?"

"I didn't see him work that hard, yet all the crops he grows are of tribute quality!"