Chapter 1680 Thoughtful Color
Chapter 101
After all, the soil here is not very good, so the sweet potatoes here are like rice, not as good as the ones in the imperial city, and even the growth speed is much slower than the outside world. If you look closely, you can see the sweet potatoes on the delicate leaves. , There are actually one small hole after another, about the size of a sesame seed, and the distance is very far, not many.
Moshang Hua's eyes flashed a gloomy look. Unexpectedly, there are a lot of aphids in Yuzhou. No wonder Yuzhou's planting can't keep up. This problem must be dealt with seriously.
As if thinking of something, Mo Shanghua suddenly turned her head to look at Qian Lin who had been following her obediently, and said, "By the way, what was the production of sweet potatoes in Wu County in previous years, and how did the sweet potatoes taste?"
Qian Lin is the largest grain merchant and the richest man in Wu County for a generation, and he is very clear about this, so he quickly smiled obsequiously, "Back to the princess, the most important food in Wu County is rice, and sweet potatoes are only eaten by poor people. It's just that the yield is not high, and the taste is far less sweet than that of the Imperial City, so there are people who can not eat it, so naturally they don't like it."
Mo Shanghua nodded slightly, her mirror-like eyes were stained with thoughtfulness.
From the situation of the sweet potato seedlings in the field, it can be seen that what Qian Lin said should be true.
The yield and taste of sweet potatoes are not good because of the soil quality and aphids. She has to try to develop some methods to get rid of the pests.
Just as she was thinking, a woman's thunderous voice suddenly exploded above her head.
"What are you doing? Hey, the sweet potatoes that I worked so hard to grow, what kind of evil did I do? They were harmed into such a state."
Mo Shanghua looked up, and saw a woman running over in a hurry, carefully avoiding the sweet potato seedlings in the field, and after a while, she arrived in front of her, pointing at the seedlings in front of her, with a look of heartache on her face.
The woman's skin was rough and dark, she was dressed in coarse cloth, the clothes on her body were covered with patches, her eyes seemed to be downcast, but she raised them quietly from time to time, and looked at Mo Shanghua and Qian Lin who were following her. After looking at all of them, his eyes lingered on the jewelry in Moshanghua's bun and the jade pendant on his waist from time to time, and there was a faint glint of greed in his eyes, which showed how big his inner abacus was.
But the top of the seedling was clearly intact except for the small hole bitten by the aphids.
Mo Shanghua stood up, stared at the woman indifferently, and said: "Ma'am, please read clearly before speaking, I have never crossed the boundary, let alone touched anything in your land, and you The seedlings are clearly in good shape, so how can they be harmed."
The woman Zhang Wang's eyeballs rolled around, as if she was so angry, she stood up in a "crack", and stomped down a small piece of rice seedlings under her feet calmly.
Then pointing to the fallen seedlings, he said in a loud voice with a slight accent: "It's all right, you little girl was born white and clean, why are you talking nonsense with your eyes open. See for yourself Not all the seedlings have been trampled."
Mo Shanghua has been paying attention to Zhang Wang's every move, seeing her blushing and not panting, she can't help but sneer in her heart.
She has never liked to cater to people who are not friendly to her, so she is not polite in her words, "Whoever turns black and white knows it in his own heart, ma'am, there is a saying in this village that lies, When he is about to die and go to hell, he will have his tongue pulled out by the King of Hell."