Chapter 199： who

   Qi Haoran looked at her suspiciously, "You can't make it up, right?"

Mu Yangling grabbed his arm and said, "If you don't believe me, just put on your makeup and come down with me to listen. That kind of talk is like asking for money." Speaking of this, Mu Yangling was also curious, "I sound like you guys. The relationship between the army and the people is not very harmonious, so the army has done such a good thing, and everyone will be grateful?"

Qi Haoran's full smile stopped, Fan Zijin smiled and said, "Except for Yuan's army, which is loved by the people, other soldiers are indeed not very popular with the people."

Although the soldiers fought against the Hulu, they often robbed the property of the people and captured the strong men. In Dazhou, ordinary people did not like to deal with soldiers.

Because the emperor of Da Zhou paid great attention to the letter and the military, and the local government controlled the army's food, grass, and lifeline, the two sides had always been in conflict, so the relationship was not very harmonious.

Qi Xiuyuan is restrained, and his relationship with Wu Shancai is not good, because he rarely appears in local areas, and the people of Xingzhou Prefecture are not familiar with him. Although they don't hate him, they don't have a good impression of him. Because he received military households before, he was somewhat in awe and disgust.

Qi Haoran didn't know that he released water this time and won the favor of the people of Mingshui County for Qi Xiuyuan, but what really made everyone feel grateful to Qi Xiuyuan and Qi Haoran was because Qi Haoran asked the soldiers to fetch water for the elderly and weak women and children. Unintentional act.

Looking at the crowd of people below, Qi Haoran felt a sense of accomplishment, "Master, you've saved a lot of people today, right?"

Mu Yangling and Fan Zijin nodded with a smile.

"Isn't your land all watered? Why are you still fetching water?"

"The vegetables in my vegetable field are about to die from the sun. I can't do anything about it, so I'll go back with two buckets of water. Anyway, I've come here, why don't I just go to my house for dinner."

Qi Haoran asked as he walked, "What delicious food does your family have?"

"I've been so busy these days that I don't have time to go into the mountains, what's there to eat?" Mu Yangling walked on Qi Haoran's left with two buckets of water, and happened to see his corns standing tall and independent of a wheat field. His eyes lit up, and he said, "Let's go and see the corn, it's impossible to eat it."

Fan Zijin circled the corn twice, and said thoughtfully, "I understand why you have to plant two seeds so far away, this corn stalk is so tall and big, two seeds planted so far away can grow into two seeds. This is densely packed, what will happen if you plant it like wheat?"

Qi Haoran frowned, "Isn't that more corn grown?"

Fan Zijin slapped him on the head, "Stupid, can the corn stalks grow into corn? Even if I don't know how to farm, I know that what this thing needs is sunlight, so densely planted, if the corn doesn't hold back die, and it will not grain."

Mu Yangling put down the bucket, went into the cornfield and picked a few dozen to peel them off. The peeled corns were bright yellow and the corn kernels were full. When he pinched them with his fingertips, the pulp water flowed onto his fingers, and Mu Yangling felt He broke it off and threw it to Qi Haoran, saying, "If you can eat it, then take it back and cook it."

Qi Haoran smelled it and said, "There is a clear scent, Zijin, didn't you say that corn kernels are not delicious?"

"That's what the book said," Fan Zijin shied the responsibility, he also opened two, and asked Mu Yangling thoughtfully, "Can this corn be harvested?"

"Not yet, it's still tender, it's not easy to peel it off, and it has to stay in the ground for about 20 days."

"That's exactly when the wheat filling ends."

Mu Yangling nodded.

"In other words, this corn can be planted together with wheat, and the time for sowing and harvesting can be split. Are you a low-quality land? The base fertilizer is not good, and a corn cobs are so big and heavy. How much do you think this acre can produce?" Fan Zijin looked at this large cornfield, and his heart became hot, he vaguely understood why Emperor Sejong would say to plant corn, and then there would be no famine in the famine years.

It's not that Emperor Sejong said it wrong, but that they didn't use the right way to plant.

Fan Zijin turned his head and looked at Mu Yangling with bright eyes. This is a great contribution recorded in history. Emperor Sejong sent a ship to the Western Ocean to get the seeds. No one has been able to correctly plant a good harvest of corn for hundreds of years. Ling did it.

Mu Yangling didn't know what Fan Zijin was thinking, but she felt goosebumps all over her body when he saw him, and she felt a little chilly for no reason. She moved lightly and moved behind Qi Haoran, letting him block Fan Zijin's eyes.

Fan Zijin's eyes fell on Qi Haoran, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he became happy.

"Since you want to invite us to eat corn, you can't just pick a few, right? Grind the ink, fly white, go in and pick more, pick the big ones, and we'll take the more back to the military camp to eat."

Yanmo and Feibai happily agreed, taking off their coats and covering the corn.

Fan Zijin walked along the field, carefully and carefully observing the cornfield.

Mu Yangling leaned into Qi Haoran's ear and asked, "Is he holding back something bad?"

Qi Haoran nodded, then felt sorry for his brother, and shook his head again.

Mu Yangling touched his chin and said, "I think this bad thing must be aimed at me."

Fan Zijin turned around and came back, satisfied and asked, "A-Ling, does anyone usually come over to your cornfield?"

Mu Yangling shook his head, "This piece of land belongs to our family. It's near the foot of the mountain again. Who would come here?"

"But it's only your family that grows corn. When you look up, you can see that only your family's corn is standing in a low wheat field and paddy field. Others aren't curious? Wouldn't they come to steal it?"

Mu Yangling said with a smile: "I've looked carefully, and no one has ever picked corn stealthily. Most of the people here don't know it, and they're not very interested when they hear it's called corn. I have planted this thing, but I lost money later, and there is really no one in this city who dares to provoke my Mu family."

Fan Zijin nodded, stroking the corn stalk and said, "This corn is a good thing. You have to take good care of it. It's best not to flow out until we are sure of its yield."

Mu Yangling blinked, looked at Qi Haoran, and asked in unison, "Don't you have no confidence in it?"

"That was before, but now I think what Emperor Sejong said may be true, A Ling, we will hand over our cornfield to you, this is an important task, if you are not sure, go back and ask Haoran to send you a few Someone come and help."

Mu Yangling opened his mouth slightly and asked, "When did this cornfield become 'our'?"

Fan Zijin looked at her strangely and said, "Isn't this cornfield ours? You forgot, the corn seeds were bought by Haoran. Not only did Haoran and I go to the ground when we planted them, but we also sent troops to help. , although this land belongs to your family, you can't take the share of me and Haoran, can you?"

Even Qi Haoran's eyes widened, and he pointed to the cornfield, then pointed to himself, and asked, "I still have my share of the cornfield?"

Fan Zijin nodded as he should, "Of course, what do you think?"