"The Agricultural College is amazing." Pan Zhongqing took the conversation and praised Ma Yilong and his Kunshan Agricultural College.

This is not false propaganda, the Agricultural College is indeed worthy of a big book - with its help, by the end of this year, the entire Jiangnan food will be self-sufficient!

This is a miracle, ten times greater than the dozens of Jinshi and hundreds of Juren who passed the Yufeng Academy exam!

In the past 100 years, under the dual blow of the cultivation of cash crops and farmers' continuous abandonment of farming, Suzhou's grain planting has been sluggish. Every year, it costs a lot of money to buy a huge amount of grain from Huguang - in addition to eating, it also has to pay taxes!

The so-called "Huguang is familiar with the world," is indeed exaggerated. In the eyes of some people, the world may not include the two capitals and areas outside Jiangsu and Zhejiang. But at least the "Huguang is poor in harvest and the Jiangnan is hungry" has been repeatedly verified.

Now, in the fourth year of its establishment, the Jiangnan Group will solve the job problems of the people in Jiangnan in one fell swoop, so that the people of Jiangnan will no longer suffer from fluctuations in grain prices and hunger. This alone is enough to lay the unbreakable foundation for their incomplete foundation in Jiangnan.

Among them, Ma Yilong and his students made great contributions!

~~

When the Chaozhou gentry heard that the agricultural college could double the yield of the land per mu, they all exclaimed.

"Isn't this mean that one acre of land can be planted as two acres of land?" The big dogs were drooling. Who doesn't have tens of thousands or tens of thousands of acres of land? If this doubles, it would be great?

"That was in Jiangnan, the hometown of fish and rice." Mr. Zhao said in a plain tone.

"Oh..." Everyone couldn't help but sighed in disappointment, knowing that there was no such good thing.

"In places like Chaozhou where grain output is low, it is not a problem to increase the yield per mu by four or five times." But Zhao Hao changed his mind.

"Wow..." The big dogs almost broke their waists. They were so bragging that they were not afraid of the wind and flashing their tongues.

Although the rice yield per mu in Chaozhou Prefecture is indeed not high compared to the Pearl River Delta, let alone compared with Jiangnan. However, the average yield per mu is around one stone.

Mr. Zhao said that the per mu yield capacity is four or five times. Wouldn’t that mean that one acre of land can make four or five stones of rice in the future?

"This is not an exaggeration." Seeing this, Pan Zhongqi hurriedly testified to Zhao Hao: "The Jiangnan Group planted two seasons of rice last year, and the yield per mu reached eight stones. Later, the Chongming and Shanghai farms followed up. Because the time was still short, the conditions in all aspects were not mature, and the yield per mu was generally around six stones, but in short, there was no less than five stones."

As he said that, he looked at everyone and said, "The climate in Chaozhou is much hotter than in Jiangnan, and there are natural advantages to planting rice. The young master said that the yield per mu is four or five stones, which is really too conservative."

"Hiss..." Even if Mr. Zhao is not furious and likes to brag, the respected Mr. Pan will not lie.

Moreover, if you just send someone to Jiangnan to find out the truth or falsehood, Mr. Zhao should not be able to blew such lies that are easily exposed, right?

"Is this all the credit of Kunshan Agricultural College?" Liu Zixing asked in shock.

"Of course not all. Jiangnan Group's development company, family farm system, and farm manager and agricultural technician responsibility system are all indispensable reasons. However, here, the agricultural college has made the greatest contribution." Pan Zhongqiu said with some flauntful meaning:

"The chief of the Agricultural College was Ma Menghe, who was with my husband in the Hanlin Academy. After resigning from office and returning home, he devoted himself to farming. It can be said that no one in the Ming Dynasty knew better about farming than him. It was he who taught Susong's two prefectures to plant rice for two seasons, which doubled the grain output in Wuzhong."

After a pause, he put a high hat on Zhao Hao and said, "After meeting Mr. Zhao who created science, Brother Meng He introduced science to agriculture and began to study scientific planting. Last year, his experimental fields in the Agricultural College had a single-quarter yield of up to seven stones per mu, and it is said that it will break eight stones this year. It is under his leadership that the yield of farms in various counties has reached new highs every year."

"This is a contemporary Shennong..." Liu Zixing couldn't help but admire Wan Zhuo, and said ashamed: "I am also living in the hometown, but I am wasting my life compared to the two of you."

As he said that, he gritted his teeth and made a heartbroken decision: "When the matter here comes to an end, I will definitely go to Kunshan to ask Mr. Meng He for advice!"

"Don't have to run that far. There are dozens of students who followed Zhao Sima south this time, who were taught by him. They are here to form Chaozhou Agricultural College..." Pan Zhongqi sighed and said, "I am not flattering my boss, but Chaozhou is a great blessing to win Zhao Sima."

"Yes, yes, yes." Everyone nodded with conscience. This was the second time Old Pan said this. But this time they really understood that this statement was true.

"We donated the full amount of this agricultural college!" The big dogs in Chaozhou are used to expressing their gratitude with money.

"It's easy to say." But Mr. Zhao still did not agree, but continued to paint a cake for them: "Farmland and water conservancy are not divided. If you want to develop agriculture and even reach the level of Jiangnan, it is not enough to have agricultural colleges alone, and you also need to have a complete water conservancy project."

"That's right..." Everyone had to change the channel by him again, nodding with numbness.

There is too much information received today, and their brains are about to go down.

Fortunately, Liu Zixing was not confused yet, and immediately said to himself: "When it comes to water conservancy, Pan Butang is a contemporary water god. Let's go back to ask him for advice!"

"Yes!" The big dogs immediately felt energetic, and Pan Butang, who shared the hardships with them! He is the Prime Minister of the River... Although he was dismissed from office, it did not affect his authority at all, right?

"No need, Pan Butang was still concerned about Chaozhou while he was recuperating. He had already drawn the sketches." Zhao Hao waved his hand, and Secretary Ma immediately distributed a stack of water conservancy maps printed overnight to everyone.

"Panbutang is not good at doing now and cannot go to the field investigation. He is worried that he will make a joke when he works behind closed doors. So I would like to ask you to help me with details first." Zhao Hao did not ask them to express his opinion on the spot.

"You can take it back and take a look, and think about it carefully. We will hold a special seminar in a while to help the ministry gather some ideas."

"Yes, yes." The gentry suddenly felt that the drawings in their hands became heavy.

Little did they know that whether it was this drawing or the grand blueprints of Mr. Zhao, they were all hooks, tools that made them unable to let go and get rid of!

Of course, the difference between Mr. Zhao and a liar is that although everyone has the same impure motives, the liar is lying and has no reliable words. Mr. Zhao keeps his word...

~~

At this time, the rain stopped unknowingly. The clouds in the sky were shining golden by the sunset, and a beautiful rainbow spanned the Han River.

"So the sun is about to set." Mr. Zhao stretched his arms and stood up, ending the thirsty talk. "Let's go back quickly, it will be bad if you close the city gate."

If it were normal for these lawless dog families, they would definitely say, "Just bet" but just finished the Chaozhou defense battle? It was not easy for everyone to break the rules in front of Mr. Zhao, so they all said yes and stood up. With the help of the servants, they walked down the slippery ladder.

While walking under the Phoenix Platform, Zhao Hao looked at the enchanting scenery of Chaozhou after the rain, and sighed casually: "It's so beautiful! I wonder if the scenery of the Anbu is half beautiful here."

"Ambu?" Hearing these two words, the big dogs shouted.

"What are your reactions?" Zhao Hao asked with confusion: "Is there any problem with my pronunciation? That's how my father read this morning?"

As he said that, he also asked for verification and glanced at Secretary Ma.

Secretary Ma nodded and said that it was right.

"This..." Mr. Zhao was still in the mood to tease his secretary, but the big dogs were all in a mess.

Liu Zixing was a little better, Yue Yunpeng and others went straight to grow grass in the temple - they were so panicked.

"Ling Zun told the young master that he was going to Anbu?" Yue Yunpeng asked in a trembling voice.

"He is the magistrate of the Haigong Prefecture, and came to Fucheng just to retreat to the pirates. Now that the pirates have left, why not go to Anbu?" Zhao Hao said naturally: "My father originally planned to stay in Chaozhou for two more days and wait until the situation is completely stable before leaving. But after reading the Governor's handwritten letter this morning, he realized that Lin Zhongcheng was already on the way to Fucheng, so he had to go back to Anbu to welcome him quickly."

Chaozhou is more than 800 miles away from the provincial capital, and you must pass by the missing place of the prefect Li’s palace, the Jieyang Mountain District. If you lead less troops, you will be a person who will be sent to the head. If you lead too many troops, you will cause panic and may cause commotion.

So after Lin Run weighed the pros and cons, he decided to go to Chaozhou like Yu Dayou. Although the sea route was not peaceful, there should be no Dahai master who was stubborn to attack the Guangdong Governor's fleet, right?

Otherwise, those officials and naval troops who turned a blind eye to them would be killed without mercy.

As for the days, the governor's ship will arrive in Chaozhou in the next few days. Therefore, it is reasonable that Zhao Erye, the co-magistrate of the coastal defense, must hurry up to welcome him.

But this ordinary decision actually scared the Chaozhou giants who were not afraid of the sky or the earth so scared that they almost took the slide together.

Do you think it's funny?

~~

In short, after hearing this news, the Chaozhou gentry who were about to go down were completely lost. Until they got on the boat and separated from Zhao Hao after returning to the city, they did not recover from the bad news.

When saying goodbye, Mr. Zhao asked Liu Zixing with concern: "Why is the old man not very good-looking?"

"Young Master Lao is worried about it. I am old, maybe I am a little tired." Liu Zixing said with a hurried smile.

"Then please go back and rest." Zhao Hao stood on the shore with a smile, waved goodbye to the gentry.

As soon as he left Mr. Zhao's sight, Yue Yunpeng couldn't wait to ask Liu Zixing: "Uncle Shi, what does Mr. Zhao mean when he finally talked about this?"

"It's what you mean." Liu Zixing smiled bitterly and said, "We must find a way to keep Sima Zhao in the city, otherwise all the blueprints drawn by Mr. Zhao today will not be fulfilled."

"He wants to use us," someone said angrily.

"What are you talking about?" Liu Zixing looked at the man with a stern look and crossed him out of the list of next time he attended such an occasion. Otherwise, everyone would have to be killed by him.
Chapter completed!