Farming and Reclaiming Wasteland, I Pampered Hou Ye In Ancient Times
Chapter 470:

Chapter 470:

Chapter 470

Chu Lixuan never dreamed that his simple and clear words at this time would bring him a lot of trouble in the future.

Niang Jin looked at her eldest son dumbfounded. She saw seriousness in his eyes. Although she was a little afraid of this son, she still knew him a little bit.

It's because Jinniang doesn't know her son well enough, so her thoughts are weird.

OMG! The son originally hated Yan'er, and he didn't even want to have a son with her, so he hated her so much!

"Mother understands." Jin Niang said hurriedly and left quickly, this son is too ruthless.

Chu Lixuan thought that his mother finally understood that Xinxin was pregnant by misunderstanding, so she didn't say anything, bowed her head and ate breakfast quickly.

Jiang Xinyan flew over the watermelon field with light power and saw a watermelon the size of a washbasin. She knew at a glance that the watermelon was almost ripe.

You can also eat it now. It will be sweeter after two days, but so many eyes are looking at her.

She is not sure how ripe is. After all, she is not a melon farmer. When buying watermelons in a previous life, the hawker would often show off his eloquence.

The watermelon seller is so eloquent, Jiang Xinyan has learned a little bit, and the main experience is that she has found out in the space.

So Jiang Xinyan cleared her throat confidently and said, "This watermelon has just ripened and can be picked, it's fine for two more days, come and take a closer look.

The texture of the watermelon rind is clear and deep, the root of the melon is green, the curly and brittle hair is a ripe melon, and the tip of the curled whiskers is a raw melon.

The two ends are well-proportioned, and the deep depression in the navel and melon is a good melon, and that kind of watermelon is particularly sweet.

The rind of the melon is smooth and really good. The rind is sticky and slippery. The melon is a second melon. For watermelons of the same size, the lighter ones are better, and the ones that are too heavy are the raw melons.

Na! In this way, when you tap with your hands, the raw melons make a clicking sound, and the crisp, thudding sound is heard. The trembling of the hands is a ripe melon, and the puffing sound is an overripe melon.

Do you understand? Call the captain of the watermelon to come, I will teach you again, starting from today, you must pick out the ripe watermelon from the melon field every day.

However, there is no overripe watermelon yet. If it is overripe, the flesh of the melon will disperse, and there is only a powdery taste but no sweetness. "

Those who have eaten watermelon naturally know that the melon with loose flesh is not sweet and especially unpalatable, and the watermelon with loose flesh is wrapped in powder and has no sweetness.

For those who have never eaten watermelon, it doesn't matter. Overripe watermelon can still be eaten as long as it does not smell.

Jiang Xinyan once again taught the captain of the watermelon planting team to recognize ripe melons. When the melons were raw, Chu Lixuan came over. He had already learned to pick watermelons.

The first batch of watermelon fields they planted was about 300 acres, and Chu Lixuan went all over the watermelon fields and picked out more than 800 watermelons that were just ripe.

Looking at the hills of watermelons, Jiang Xinyan praised sincerely: "Husband, that's amazing."

"My lord is mighty." The subordinates who moved melons followed, and their voices were loud and they used their inner strength.

The eardrum of the Prime Minister of North Vietnam was sore, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart. What a wonderful living environment!

The three princes are also looking forward to it. It would be great if their North Vietnamese people could also cultivate their own food!

They won't plunder everywhere, and they will run into walls everywhere. The war is really cruel, and in the end, it is all labor and wealth.

"Okay, let's go home and eat watermelon. From today, we will eat watermelon every day. Are you happy?"

Jiang Xinyan has a special sense of achievement, everyone can finally eat their own watermelon, and soon they will have their own rice.

She actually wants to sell money, but unfortunately! In the north of Dongchen Kingdom, there is a large area of poverty and poverty, and most people are penniless.

Even the people who are with their husband and wife are penniless. It is not that they do not pay wages, but that the food is not yet ripe for the time being.

"Happy, very happy, thank you Lord and Madam for letting us live such a good life." Everyone shouted in unison.

What they all think in their hearts is very different from what Jiang Xinyan thinks. As long as they eat three meals a day without worries, they will be happy.

Seeing that the seedlings in the rice fields have booted, the fragrant potatoes can be dug every day, and now the watermelons are slowly ripening, everyone's hearts are filled.

What is silver? Is that edible? They are not rare at all.

Jiang Xinyan looked at the teenagers who were smiling until they saw white teeth, that's all! Eat enough first, the watermelon can't be sold temporarily, and it can't be stored for too long.

When everyone really cant finish eating, they will be transported to the capital by a convoy to sell, and the husband and wife will also take the opportunity to exchange the inventory in the space for money.

The third prince and the prime minister watched everyone laugh and laugh, Madam Chu smiled like a flower, and Lord Chu looked at her dotingly.

The scenery in the castle is very beautiful, and this vivid picture is even more beautiful, which makes people involuntarily indulge in it and cannot extricate themselves.

Xuanyuanchen shouted excitedly: "Master Chu, Madam Fairy wait for me, I'm really lucky, you can eat watermelon here."

His words resonated easily, and everyone rushed to the dining room with the biggest watermelon, because there were so many people that there was no need for a basket.

Nie Cimeng was a little weaker, and before it was his turn to hold the watermelon, he walked back empty-handed, and he settled the bill as he walked.

There are about 800 watermelons, one of which is about 15 to 23 jin, and should be more than 15,000 jin.

There are currently about 69,000 people in their castle. On average, each person has less than three or two watermelons. How many are these three or two watermelons?

Nie Cimeng was seriously analyzing when he heard the crisp voice of their wife resounding through the sky.

"You guys are better at cutting watermelons. Today is the first time to pick watermelons. The number is limited, and each person can be divided into about three or two.

is the one that is the size of your father's palm. Let's try it first. From tomorrow, everyone will have two shares, and so on until you are all full.

How many shares of watermelon you can eat at most. After you eat one share today, you will replace out. Then you will register with your boss and report to Nie Cimeng. "

Jiang Xinyan likes to use her inner strength to shout whenever she is happy, as if the loudspeaker makes the nearby people hear clearly.

Nie Cimeng has become accustomed to their wife's arithmetic ability.

The Prime Minister of North Vietnam and the Third Prince encountered such a situation for the first time. They did not know the weight of this pile of watermelons, let alone how many people were in the castle.

So when they heard Jiang Xinyan's words, they didn't feel much about numbers, they just waited for them to hold a watermelon in their hands.

Wei Dabin taught everyone to just eat the red ones, and told them that the white ones were not delicious. As for whether or not everyone wanted to try them, it was their own business.

After tasting the watermelon, what shocked the Prime Minister of North Vietnam and the Third Prince was that such a delicious watermelon can be eaten in a few days~