Eight Hundred and Thirteenth: Jianzhou Capital, Set in Beijing (2)

Feng Jin was silent for a while, then asked, "How good is it?"

Wei Ci said with a smile, "Let General Fu and Captain Meng whisper at the door, and my lord can hear you clearly."

Feng Jin: "..."

Now, Feng Jin looked at the two of Meng Hun with some sympathy.

They thought they were whispering, and no third person heard them, but they didn't realize that they were all heard by the lord.

"Do you want to remind them? If you let them say that, it's hard to guarantee that you won't make a slip of the tongue after drinking..."

If something goes wrong at the celebration banquet, it might be used by someone with a heart.

Wei Ci also lowered his voice, "It's natural, leave this matter to Ci."

Feng Jin inadvertently raised her head, just in time to meet Jiang Pengji's gaze, so frightened that he almost threw the wine cup in his hand - according to Wei Ci, the lord has excellent hearing. She could hear Meng Hun and the two whispering, and naturally she could also hear the conversation between him and Wei Ci.

He was about to remind Wei Ci not to be impulsive, but before he could say it, he received a warning look from Jiang Pengji.

Feng Jin silently swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.

A dead fellow Taoist will never die a poor Taoist.

In such an instant, Feng Jin sold Wei Ci without hesitation.

Wei Ci didn't know why, so he came out and said, "My lord, the green jade house at Qingmen, which we sent people to build last year, has more than ten acres of cultivation. Two days ago, the tenant farmers in charge of farming sent ripe fruits to the county government. It’s being chilled in the well for a while, why don’t you take it and have a taste.”

Jiang Pengji thought for a while before she remembered what Wei Ci was referring to.

Green Gate Green Jade House, commonly known as "Watermelon".

Last year, she planted half an acre of watermelons in the county government garden, and the output was not much, just enough for her and her subordinates to taste the early adopters. Later, she felt that watermelons could make people grow and make money, so she planned to let some experienced tenant farmers take care of them. She did not expect to plant them successfully this year. up.

After counting the time, it is indeed the season when watermelons are ripening one after another.

After Jiang Pengji agreed, Wei Ci asked the back chef to fetch watermelons from the well.

Unwrap the watermelon with a knife,

The bright red flesh exudes a cold air.

Watermelons are either cut into pieces, or split in half, and eaten with a spoon.

But these two ways of eating are too vulgar, Wei Ci can't imagine Feng Jin, a gentleman with a bright moon in his arms, holding a half-round watermelon in his left hand, and a spoon in his right hand, digging out a large piece of watermelon with one spoon and stuffing it into his mouth Here... that picture is so beautiful, he can't bear to imagine it.

So, he asked the chef to cut off the skin of the melon, cut the flesh into small pieces and put them on a small plate, which was convenient to eat and pleasing to look at.

"Watermelons have been planted for more than ten acres, what is the yield per acre?"

Watermelons are only found in small countries in the Western Regions, and if it wasn't for the fact that Gu Xin's merchants brought some live seedlings to Jiang Pengji, Jiang Pengji still wouldn't be able to eat them.

Everyone present, except for the few newcomers, the others had eaten a little bit last year and had a taste of it.

Wei Ci replied, "A mu is about five thousand catties."

Five thousand catties?

When everyone heard this figure, they were all speechless. This output is really high.

Fu Wang ate a small piece, and the sweet melon flesh brought with it a icy cold air, which lifted people's spirits.

"Why is it all water?"

Looking at the chunks of melon flesh, he thought it was like an ordinary fruit, how could he know that it would be full of juice after a bite.

But this fruit is quite delicious, and I finished a plate in a short time.

"Watermelon is like this. Eating it in summer quenches thirst and relieves heat."

Jiang Pengji is quite satisfied with the yield of watermelons per mu. With today's agricultural methods, one mu can yield five thousand catties, which is considered a bumper harvest.

If she broadcasts live, the audience will also agree with her ideas.

In the world of viewers in the live broadcast room, the yield per mu is only about 7,000 to 10,000, which fluctuates slightly according to the type of watermelon.

Jiang Pengji asked again, "The tenant farmers should have some experience in planting the melons for a year. If the melons are given to the common people, will they be able to grow them alive?"

Watermelon has a high yield, is delicious and rare, so there should be a market for it.

If the common people are allowed to plant some, they will definitely benefit a lot.

The premise of large-scale planting - this stuff can't be hypocritical!

Otherwise, the common people responded to the call to plant, but due to lack of experience, the watermelons were all dead, wouldn't they pay for their death?

Wei Ci responded with ease, as if he had expected Jiang Pengji to ask this question a long time ago.

He seriously replied, "The tenant farmer has some experience in taking care of it for a year. This thing likes dryness and is not resistant to humidity. It likes sandy soil more than clay soil. If the weather is cloudy and rainy, so that the field is too wet, the melon seedlings are prone to diseases, and even affect the maturity. output."

Jiang Pengji was thinking while eating the watermelon.

"Let's put this matter aside for tomorrow."

She already has a rough plan in her mind, and she plans to discuss it with a few subordinates in detail tomorrow to sort out a charter.

Today is a celebration banquet, and it is not suitable to talk about these serious matters.

Because Jiang Pengji didn't like to be noisy, and everyone didn't like to have fun for too long, so the celebration banquet ended early.

Jiang Pengji asked people to prepare hot soup to wash away the sticky sweat and alcohol smell on her body.

Entering the backyard, I saw Huijun sitting in the room embroidering patterns, and there were two round watermelons on a plate not far away.

She frowned, she didn't remember that someone gave Huijun a watermelon.

Although this stuff has the effect of diuresis and detoxification, it is relatively cold. Pregnant women can eat it, but not too much.

"Who sent this thing?" Jiang Pengji asked.

Seeing Jiang Pengji approaching, Huijun stood up and saluted, and then asked suspiciously, "Didn't the gentleman send this?"

Jiang Pengji was noncommittal, so she got a servant to ask her, and finally figured out who gave it to her.

After the celebration banquet was over, she gave each of them two extra watermelons.

There was not much watermelon at the banquet, and it was not enough to eat.

The two on Huijun's side were gifted by Fu Wang.

"It's quite good at borrowing flowers to offer Buddha..."

After muttering a few words, she turned her head and told Huijun not to eat too much.

"The doctor came to see it today? What did he say?"

Huijun said, "The doctor said that the fetus is not very stable, it should be due to the continuous march, just rest assured and take care of it for a while."

She has a good body and can stabilize after a while.

"There is an arrangement for walking on the snow in the inner courtyard, you just need to care about raising the baby." Jiang Pengji said, "Embroidery hurts the eyes, so don't do it at night from now on."

Huijun smiled and said, "Mr. Lang is more careful than the mother of the slave family."

Jiang Pengji said, "After all, you are the child's future godmother. You don't care about being a mother. As a godmother, I always have to be more careful."

No matter in her previous life or in this life, she is always in awe of new life.

After all, new life is the future.

It was dark at night, but every house was still brightly lit, and no one fell asleep.

"Why didn't Changsheng fall asleep?"

Feng Jin had thousands of words to talk to his wife, but the little ancestor Changsheng couldn't move his ass in the room between them.

"Changsheng's stomach hurts, mother rub it."

Changsheng lay on his back in Wei Jingxian's arms, with his chubby belly sticking out, and Wei Jingxian rubbed her belly gently with his hands.

"It's so big, can't you restrain yourself from eating less?"

Feng Jin sighed, the daughter is not very old, and the tonnage is not small, she looks like a ball from a distance.

Although the child is fatter and cute, I always feel that Changsheng is too fat.

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