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

"Okay, and thank you for your hard work."

Wan Ping'an patted Dahei's head.

I took another bag, which contained chicken bones and rabbit bones, all specially reserved for Dahei as a treat!

"Come on, let's have a drink!"

Wan Ping'an took out the wine.

Cai Quanwu took the wine jar, poured wine for Wan Ping'an, poured wine for Han Dahe, and finally poured one for himself. The three of them raised their glasses in celebration!

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"I'm so glad I got to drink Mr. Xu's fine wine from the tavern again!"

Cai Quanwu was deeply moved.

Xu Huirong, who runs a small tavern, is skilled at brewing fine wines. His wines are of high quality and expensive, and he simply cannot afford them with his income.

If it weren't for Wan Ping'an treating him, he would at most save up money on weekdays and buy some snacks to satisfy his cravings during the New Year.

"Drink as much as you want, there's plenty of alcohol!"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

He will not mistreat his subordinates as long as they are loyal enough.

As long as Cai Quanwu is loyal enough, he will definitely live a life of luxury and have no worries about food and clothing!

"Xiao Cai, you've met a great boss."

"If you encounter a stingy person, you'll be lucky if they can give you enough thin porridge to fill your stomach."

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

With Wan Ping'an raising chickens and Cai Quanwu keeping him company, his life 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 properly and reheat it for the next meal.

In the 1950s, there was no such thing as not being able to eat leftovers.

We've finished eating.

Wan Ping'an stood up and walked towards the rice paddy.

One batch of rice has already been harvested, and this batch will soon be ripe and ready for harvest.

“Ping An, I used to grow rice. I roughly estimated yesterday that the yield of rice on this land is at least 1,600 jin per mu.”

Han Dahe was deeply moved.

When he first calculated it, he also suspected that he had made a mistake.

After resampling three times and calculating in different ways, the conclusion was the same: the minimum yield of rice per mu was 1,600 jin.

"It is not good?"

Wan Ping'an smiled slightly.

He knew, of course, that Han Dahe was shocked.

Even decades from now, the yield of dryland rice will generally be only about 1,000 jin per mu.

Even with good varieties and scientific management, the yield per mu is only about 1,500 jin.

In the 1950s.

Limited by seeds, technology, and fertilizer, the yield per mu (unit of land area) could never reach 1,500 jin (unit of weight), it's just too high!

Wan Ping'an's rice can yield 1,600 jin (750 kg).

If this gets out, it will definitely cause a major earthquake in Beijing!

of course.

There is another possibility.

Nobody believes it!

Just treat it as a joke!

A yield of 27 jin per mu is ridiculously high!

"It's good that the two of you know this, but you're not allowed to tell anyone without my permission!"

Wan Ping'an has issued a gag order!

It is a crime to possess a treasure!

Without sufficient strength, spreading the news of a yield of 1,600 catties of rice per mu would only bring him endless trouble.

Rice is a staple food!

The importance of tomatoes, pumpkins, and watermelons cannot compare to that of rice!

After looking at the rice.

Wan Ping'an began inspecting the newly planted crops again; many had just sprouted and were growing vigorously.

There is a catalytic effect from the farming system.

The growing season for these crops will be significantly shortened.

They will soon grow up and reach maturity, and we will provide them with vegetables, fruits, and grains!

"Every time I see the crops growing strong and healthy, my heart calms down. As long as there is food and I won't go hungry, I won't panic!"

Han Dahe sighed.

In the old society, life was difficult for the lower classes. Hunger was commonplace, and people often starved to death.

food.

That's what they value most!

Wan Ping'an led the two men on a tour.

As the patrol was nearing its end, a rabbit wandered in, trying to nibble on the seedlings.

The big black dog charged forward.

By the time the rabbit realized something was wrong, it was too late to run. The big black dog grabbed it and, wagging its tail, brought it to Wan Ping'an.

"Okay, good job!"

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

Wan Ping'an patted the big black dog's head, and the big black dog really came in handy!

"What do you think would happen if we planted crops and fruit trees all over the mountains in front of us?"

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

It is not high or steep, and it is easy to cultivate into farmland or plant fruit trees.

just.

No one has started cultivating it yet.

"It can feed a lot of people!"

Han Dahe's eyes lit up.

If all of it were turned into farmland, wouldn't Wan Ping'an become a big landowner?

“If you plant fruit trees and crops, you’ll need to hire more people to watch the land; I definitely can’t manage it all by myself.”

Cai Quanwu sighed.

It's already a bit strenuous for him to guard six acres of land; he can't guard even one more acre.

Wan Ping'an nodded without saying a word.

Analyzing the characteristics of the mountainous terrain, what can be planted?

Kiwifruit, apples, and many other fruit trees can be planted here, but it's still a wasteland and doesn't belong to him yet.

"Ping An, it's getting late."

"If you don't want to stay here, you'd better go back now."

Han Dahe reminded Wan Pingan.

In the 1950s, when we had just entered the new society, there were still some remaining saboteurs.

If you walk at night, you are more likely to encounter accidents.

Wan Ping'an nodded.

The courtyard house is locked at a set time every night.

It's time for him to go back.

Turning around and heading back home, on the way back, a picture kept popping into my mind: planting all kinds of fruit trees and crops on the barren mountains.