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Chapter 219 Joy falls from heaven

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    The first sweet potato finally showed its head. It was said to be huge because it was roughly as thick as an average child¡¯s forearm.

    Naturally, this cannot be compared with the giant and thick sweet potatoes of later generations. Fang Jifan gradually dug up the soil, and the long sweet potatoes like lotus roots were completely exposed in front of his eyes.

    Phew

    Several captains opened their eyes wide.

    In fact, it¡¯s not like they haven¡¯t done this before.

    It¡¯s just that at that time, most of the sweet potatoes had not yet taken shape, and they were just dug out to record and observe their habits.

    This is one.

    Keep digging

    Under this vine, connected to this sweet potato, another sweet potato took shape.

    This sweet potato looks more like a potato. If we compare it to a human being, then it is probably more like Mr. Pan than the first long sweet potato.

    Fang Jifan comforted himself, Teacher Pan was not bad, after all, the essence is the essence.

    When the second tree is completely exposed and unearthed, what will happen next

    A seedling is a large bunch. Although it is not as good as grapes and can produce dozens of fruits, this seedling actually produced five sweet potatoes.

    There are big ones, small ones, and one, even smaller than an egg. This child well, it's obviously hopeless.

    The big one is as thick as a lotus root and more than a foot long.

    Fang Jifan¡¯s eyes were bright, he picked them up together and shouted: ¡°Weigh!¡±

    The lieutenants had already prepared and brought the weights, so they hurriedly took the weights to weigh them.

    The captain, who was working hard to adjust the weight, said with a gleam in his eyes: "One hundred households, there are three catties."

    Three pounds

    If it were the sweet potatoes of later generations, a few sweet potatoes would probably weigh no more than five kilograms.

    But Fang Jifan was still happy. The effect was far beyond his expectation.

    There are hundreds of trees in this large acre of land.

    As a result, everyone stared at each other, and Fang Jifan was confused. He used to have pretty good calculation skills, but now he has to constantly convert units. The most important thing is that in a hurry, he is a little excited and his mind is unclear.  Yeah, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it!"

    "One and five make five, two and a half make ten"

    The lieutenants did not dare to neglect, and they started counting with their fingers.

    It was at this moment that someone took off the backpack from his back and said excitedly: "I have an abacus, I have an abacus."

    I took out the abacus from the backpack and clicked for a while.

    For a long time, Fang Jifan became impatient: "Has it been calculated?"

    ""

    What you get is silence

    Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes. The students taught by the physical education teacher are better at arithmetic than you.

    Fang Jifan gritted his teeth, but his mind was still in a mess, so he simply didn't care and waited.

    After a while, someone finally said: "Twenty-five stones This acre of land is twenty-five stones."

    "That's not right." Someone said excitedly: "It's twenty-six stones, probably twenty-six stones."

    Their voices trembled as they spoke.

    This world is crazy.

    This was actually five or six stones more than Fang Jifan¡¯s conservative estimate. However, Fang Jifan was quite doubtful about their calculation ability, so he suppressed his excitement and continued to wait for the final result.

    Zhang Xin, who had been silent all this time, was also confused. He looked confusedly at the distant field ridges, the endless vines, and the green potato leaves, which were particularly dazzling in the warm sunshine, like  His eyes suddenly blurred.

    "That's right, it's twenty-six stones."

    Finally, a school captain with an online IQ finally determined it after calculating it twice in a row.

    How many seedlings are planted in each acre of land are all counted, especially in the fields here in Xishan. Zhang Xin will take them every few days to record which seedlings have been damaged by insects and which have withered.

    So, everyone knows it.

    Twenty-six stones.

    The Ming Dynasty continued the Song system, and among the measurement units of the Song people, one stone was one hundred and twenty kilograms.

    Twenty-six stones

    Fang Jifan was obviously still a little confused, and he said tangledly: "Nearly three thousand kilograms? Ah, no, it should be two thousand five hundred kilograms."

    In the Ming Dynasty, one catty was about six hundred grams, and one catty was equal to sixteen taels, so it was called half a catty and eight taels, which means half a catty and half a catty.The captains began to realize that the large fish suits, beautiful boots, belts around their waists, and even swords inserted diagonally at their waists had become obstacles to their farming.

    So, gradually, some people began to wear short clothes, just a short shirt, and put on the breeches directly underneath, without wearing boots. Once it got into the mud or water, it would be surprisingly cumbersome, not to mention the need for  After a day's hard work, I felt uncomfortable all over my body, so I changed to cloth shoes. Cloth shoes were convenient, and I didn't care if they got dirty.

    The image of Zhang Xin is probably the same. He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his two arms. He was wearing breeches. The trouser legs below the knees were never clean. He had a pair of cloth shoes with mud on them. His hands were well maintained in the past.  He had calluses. He used to have long nails like all noble men, but now, these nails have long been worn flat, and the nails are uneven, and there is no beauty for appreciation.

    The weather is not hot despite the sun, but many people are sweating hotly. These are a group of 'soil rats' who are already good at rolling in the mud. There are so many people here that they can grow sweet potatoes in an acre of land with only one hand.  In less than two hours, the harvest was completed.

    "Twenty-six stones, that's right."

    Fang Jifan was already very high-spirited. He looked at the mountains of sweet potatoes piled up on the ridge of the field and finally made up his mind. He said with great enthusiasm: "Find someone to report the good news. Go to the household department to report the good news!" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.  com
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