Feng Jin was strangely silent for a moment and asked, "How good is it?"
Wei Ci said with a smile, "Let General Fu and Captain Meng whisper at the door. My lord can hear them clearly."
Feng Jin was speechless.
At that moment, Feng Jin looked at Meng Hun and Wei Ci with some sympathy.
They thought they were whispering and no one else heard them, but they didn't know that their lord heard them all.
"Should we remind them? If we let them talk like that, it's hard to guarantee that they won't say something wrong after drinking … "
If something happened at the celebration banquet, they might be used by someone with ulterior motives.
Wei Ci also lowered his voice. "Of course, leave this matter to me."
Feng Jin inadvertently looked up and happened to meet Jiang Pengji's gaze. He was so scared that he almost threw the wine cup in his hand — according to Wei Ci, the lord had excellent hearing. She could hear Meng Hun and Wei Ci's whispering, so naturally, she could also hear his conversation with Wei Ci.
He was about to remind Wei Ci not to be impulsive, but before he could speak, he received a warning look from Jiang Pengji.
Feng Jin silently swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
It's better for you to die than for me.
In such a short time, Feng Jin sold Wei Ci out without hesitation.
Wei Ci didn't understand. He stepped forward and said, "My lord, I sent people to build the green jade house last year. Now there are more than ten acres of farmland. Two days ago, the tenant farmers in charge of farming sent the ripe fruits to the district headquarters. It's being frozen in the well now. Why don't we take it and have a taste? "
Jiang Pengji thought for a while before she remembered what Wei Ci was referring to.
The green jade house was commonly known as "watermelon."
Last year, she planted a small half acre of watermelon in the district headquarters garden. The yield was not much, only enough for her and her subordinates to have a taste. Later, she felt that watermelon could be grown by the people and made money, so she planned to let some experienced tenant farmers take care of it. Unexpectedly, it was successfully planted this year.
Calculating the time, it was indeed the season for watermelons to ripen.
After Jiang Pengji agreed, Wei Ci asked the kitchen chef to fetch the watermelon from the well.
He opened the watermelon with a knife, and the bright red flesh gave off a cold air.
Watermelons were either cut into slices or split in half and eaten with a spoon.
But these two ways of eating were too vulgar. Wei Ci could not imagine a gentleman like Feng Jin holding half a round watermelon in his left hand and holding a spoon in his right, scooping out a big piece of watermelon pulp and stuffing it into his mouth … That scene was too beautiful, he could not bear to imagine it.
Thus, he instructed the chef to cut off the skin of the melon and cut the pulp into small pieces, placing them on a small plate. It was convenient to eat and also very pleasing to the eye.
"More than ten mu of watermelons have been planted. What's the yield of each mu?"
Watermelons could only be found in small countries in the Western Region. If Gu Xin had not brought a few live seedlings to Jiang Pengji, Jiang Pengji would not have been able to eat them.
Apart from the few newcomers, the rest of the people present had only eaten a little last year.
Wei Ci reported, "One mu has about five thousand catties."
5000 Jin?
When everyone heard this number, they were speechless. This production was really high.
Fu Wang ate a small piece. The sweet melon flesh brought with it an ice-cold chill, making him feel refreshed.
"Why is it all water?"
Looking at the pieces of melon flesh, he thought that it was like an ordinary fruit. Who knew that when he bit into it, it was all juice.
But the fruit was quite delicious, and he finished a plate in a short while.
"Watermelons are like this. They quench thirst and relieve heat in summer."
Jiang Pengji was quite satisfied with the yield of watermelons per mu. With the current agricultural methods, it was considered a bumper harvest to be able to produce 5000 catties per mu.
If she turned on the livestream, the audience would agree with her idea.
In the world of the livestream audience, the yield per mu was about 7,000 to 10,000, depending on the type of watermelon.
Jiang Pengji asked again, "Tenant farmers have been planting for a year, so they should have some experience. If we plant the watermelons for the people, can they grow them? "
Watermelons had a high yield, were delicious, and were rare. There should be a market for them.
If the people were to plant some, they would definitely benefit a lot.
The premise for large-scale planting was that this thing could not be pretentious!
Otherwise, if the people responded to the call to plant watermelons, but because of their lack of experience, the watermelons would all die. Wouldn't it be a huge loss?
Wei Ci responded smoothly, as if he had already expected this question from Jiang Pengji.
He replied seriously, "Tenant farmers have been taking care of it for a year, so they have some experience. This thing likes to be dry and not wet. It likes sandy soil more than clay. If the weather is cloudy and the fields are too wet, the watermelon seedlings are prone to diseases. It might even affect the yield when it matures. "
Jiang Pengji ate the watermelon while thinking.
"Let's talk about this in detail tomorrow."
She already had a general plan in mind. She planned to discuss it in detail with a few subordinates the next day and sort out a plan.
It was a celebratory feast, so it was not suitable to talk about such serious matters.
Because Jiang Pengji did not like noise, the crowd did not play for too long, so the celebratory feast ended earlier.
Jiang Pengji asked someone to prepare hot soup to wash away the sticky sweat and smell of alcohol on her body.
When she entered the backyard, she saw Huijun sitting in the room, embroidering. There were two round watermelons on a plate not far away.
She frowned. She did not remember asking someone to send watermelons to Huijun.
Although this thing had the effect of urinating and detoxifying, it was cold in nature. Pregnant women could eat it, but not too much.
"Who sent this?" Jiang Pengji asked.
When Huijun saw Jiang Pengji coming over, she stood up and bowed. Then, she asked doubtfully, "Didn't you send this?"
Jiang Pengji did not comment. She called the servants over and found out who had sent it.
After the celebratory feast ended, she gave everyone an extra two watermelons.
There were too few watermelons at the feast, so they could not eat to their heart's content.
The two watermelons on Huijun's side were a gift from Fu Wang.
"He really knows how to present Buddha with borrowed flowers …"
After muttering a few words, she turned her head and told Huijun not to be greedy and eat too much.
"The doctor came to take a look today? What did he say? "
Huijun said, "The doctor said that the fetus is not very stable. It should be because of the continuous days of marching. He will be fine after resting for a while."
Her body's foundation was good. She would be able to stabilize after resting for a while.
"Taxue has made arrangements for the inner court. You just need to take care of the fetus," Jiang Pengji said. "Embroidery hurts the eyes. Don't do this at night in the future."
Huijun smiled faintly. "You are more meticulous than me as a mother."
Jiang Pengji said, "After all, you are the child's future godmother. As the mother, you are not attentive. As the godmother, I have to be more attentive."
Regardless of whether it was in her previous life or this one, she had always been in awe of new life.
After all, new life was the future.
The night was dark, but all the houses were still brightly lit. No one was asleep.
"Why isn't Changsheng asleep yet?"
Feng Jin had a lot to say to his wife, but the little ancestor, Changsheng, stayed in their room and refused to move.
"Changsheng's stomach hurts. Mother, give it a rub."
Changsheng lay in Wei Jingxian's arms. She propped up her round little belly. Wei Jingxian's hand rubbed her belly with a moderate amount of force.
"You're already so big. Can't you restrain yourself from eating less?"
Feng Jin sighed. His daughter was young, but her weight was not small. From afar, she looked like a ball.
Although a chubby child was cute, he always felt that Changsheng was too fat.
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