I was a stepmother in ancient times, and I led my whole family to wealth.

Chapter 370 Let's eat watermelon!

Lin Dashu's eyes widened in surprise, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "What? There's such a good thing?"

Chenglin, you're really capable! Tell your uncle how this new planting method is different!

Can we old hands learn this?

Are you really only going to give your family ten ears of corn as a reward for those new corn seeds when they're harvested?

As he spoke, he quickly moved forward, as if afraid of missing a single word.

Gu Chenglin took a few steps forward and walked to the pile of wheat: "Yes, my wife said that as long as you plant corn according to our method..."

In the fall, not only will the corn yield increase, but there will also be a pleasant surprise waiting for everyone.

He couldn't say that the corn could yield more than 2,000 kilograms per mu, much less that the corn could be picked, cooked, and sold for money when it was full of kernels.

Otherwise, he believed that his family's land was not enough to rent out.

It could easily escalate into a fight.

Aunt Xu came closer, her face showing some doubt: "Chenglin, this new method sounds strange, is it really that miraculous?"

"I don't want to waste all my time and end up with nothing." She said, nervously rubbing her hands together.

Sun Xing walked over with a smile: "Auntie, when Cheng Lin asked us to plant wheat with him, we had the same idea as you."

After saying that, he pointed to the wheat field not far away: "Look, this is the result of our disobedience."

You have no idea how incredibly regretful I am right now.

Lin Yu laughed and pointed at his father: "My dad was the first to regret it. He was also the first to notice when Xiao Jun was dumping snow on the wheat field..."

After that, Lin Yu recounted his father's series of actions.

Lin Lizheng...

You brat, that's your dad's embarrassing story, how dare you show it off!

However, he wasn't too angry; on the contrary, he felt a little proud.

He keeps a complete record of the entire process of wheat growth at Chenglin's house.

An elder of the Lin family looked at Lin Lizheng and asked in surprise, "Peisheng, is what Xiaoyu said true?"

Lin Lizheng replied with a smile, "Second Uncle, you can rest assured!"

After saying that, he whispered, "Second Uncle, Chenglin has been to the Imperial Estate in the capital. You must have heard of what that place is like."

The imperial estate specifically gathered skilled grain growers from all over the country, and after returning home, they repeatedly experimented in their own backyard fields before summarizing this simple and easy-to-learn new method.

Take the planting spacing for example. In the past, we relied on our intuition and planted the seeds sparsely or piled them together.

The corn wasn't growing well, and the yield was terribly low.

If we follow the new method now, each corn plant will have ample space and nutrients, and will grow stronger.

There are also strict rules regarding the timing of fertilization, such as when to apply base fertilizer and when to apply topdressing.

This ensures the corn is well-fed and watered at every stage of its growth, resulting in larger and more abundant kernels!

"If you're worried, there's corn in Chenglin's backyard. I was there when they planted it."

At this moment, Lin Zhangshi of the Lin clan spoke up with a worried expression: "Village head, this new method is good, but I'm afraid the seeds are not good, and all our efforts will be in vain."

Upon hearing this, Lin Lizheng knew she was new and immediately patted his chest to assure her, "Sister-in-law, I had already thought of your concerns!"

After the wheat harvest, everyone can come directly to Chenglin's house to collect the corn seeds.

These seeds were carefully selected by the servants of the Chenglin family, and when combined with the new planting method, the results were simply amazing!

After saying that, he leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Chenglin planted corn in his backyard. The ears of corn are all thick and long, and the kernels are very plump."

I've estimated this yield, and it's more than double what we harvested in previous years!

Lin Zhangshi, being the cousin-in-law of the village head, was also moved upon hearing his words.

He clutched his heart with one hand, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he was too excited to utter a single word.

Looking at Gu Chenglin, her eyes were filled with complex emotions, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

The good days of the Lin family were all thanks to this child; they are benefactors!

Then, Lin Li shouted to the villagers, "As long as everyone follows Cheng Lin's method, I guarantee this year will be a bumper harvest!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

Several strong young men waved their arms excitedly and shouted, "We're going to help Brother Chenglin (Uncle Chenglin) harvest wheat right now!"

Several elderly men and women beamed with joy, nodding to each other and whispering that there was finally hope for the future.

They couldn't help but start walking towards the field. Even if they couldn't harvest the wheat, picking up some ears of wheat would be good enough.

The children were jumping and skipping around, and although they didn't quite understand what the adults were saying, they were caught up in the lively atmosphere and cheered along.

Someone shouted, "Go to the field and pick up the wheat ears!" and all the children rushed to the field where the wheat had just been harvested.

……

On a hot afternoon, the threshing floor was filled with dry heat.

The villagers, working in the heat, were feeling rather listless.

At this moment, Dongfang Jin, along with Xueju and a few others, came over carrying several baskets of watermelons.

Each bright green, round watermelon, with its glossy rind, seemed to exude a cool sensation under the sunlight, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Come and eat watermelon!" Dongfang Jin's clear voice broke the silence.

That shout was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Cang Nanxi was resting with his eyes half-closed, fanning himself, when he heard his daughter's voice and immediately perked up.

He stood up, strode forward, and said in a clear, booming voice, "Haha, it's so refreshing to have watermelon to eat on this hot summer day!"

Little Jin'er, you're such a lifesaver! Quick, cut a piece for Daddy.

As he spoke, he patted Dongfang Jin's shoulder forcefully, his eyes full of admiration.

This watermelon, also known as the cold melon, was sent to the palace by the Prince of Lin every summer.

But there were only a dozen or so.

I heard that it was obtained from the Western Regions by his maternal family's caravan.

Every time he delivered something to the capital, Yuan'er would give him a generous reward.

At that time, he also felt that Yuan'er did the right thing.

He understood everything when he saw the watermelons in the field behind his daughter's room.

This heart of mine has grown big!

Unfortunately, it seems it will all be for nothing.

When Lin Li heard Cang Nanxi say this, his eyes lit up and he quickly rushed over.

His eyes were fixed on the watermelon, as if drawn by a magnet, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

With a beaming smile, she asked eagerly and excitedly, "Xiao Jin, is this the one you planted behind the house?"

Dongfang Jin smiled gently at everyone's expectant eyes and gestured for Dongju and the others to cut the melon.

Then, she bent down slightly, gently picked up a slice of watermelon, handed it to Lin Lizheng, and said with an encouraging expression, "Yes, everyone should try it."

If you like the taste, let's plant them together next year, so we can enjoy these sweet watermelons every year.

Lin Lizheng accepted the watermelon with both hands, his eyes filled with surprise and gratitude. He thought to himself: This child is really capable. He even thought of leading everyone to plant it together. There is hope for the future.

Lin held up the slice of watermelon, but hesitated to take a bite.

This is only the second time he has eaten watermelon; the first time was a few days ago when his grandson brought one back from Chenglin's house.

He couldn't hide his excitement, his voice trembling slightly: "Xiao Jin, can we really grow these watermelons ourselves?"

As he spoke, he gently reached out with his other hand and carefully touched the large watermelon in the basket, his eyes filled with appreciation and anticipation.

Dongfang Jin smiled and nodded, patiently explaining, "Yes, you can. Do you see these black melon seeds? We'll keep them as seeds."