Before establishing Kunkaisi, Zhao Hao made up his mind to ask this agricultural master to come out and protect Kunshan like Pan Jixun.

Unfortunately, Ma Yilong is not as easy to fool as Old Pan. Zhao Hao did not ask for the letter himself, but asked the leader of the Wang family to write, but still did not ask for it. He had to come to the door in person to invite it.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Mr. Zhao has visited the thatched cottage in person. Before, the big bulls such as Wanmizhai, Li Shizhen, Li Lunming, and Pan Jixun have not received such treatment.

But Ma Yilong didn't see any flattery and said with an uncontroversial expression: "It's useless for you to come in person, I won't go with you. There's no reason to let Liyang not plant you and plant your Kunshan land. Can you grow gold in your Kunshan land?"

"Of course the gold cannot grow, it may be rare." Zhao Hao waved his hand, and several guards came forward with two baskets, covered with red cloth, as if giving him a gift.

"I will not receive any reward without merit." Ma Yilong refused at first. "Even if you bring the mountains of gold and silver, I will not go to Kunshan."

"Haha, don't talk too early." Mr. Zhao waved his hand and the guards uncovered the red cloth piece by piece.

Amid the exclamations of the disciples of Wuben Academy, Ma Yilong saw that there was no gold, silver and treasure in the basket.

But the emerald green cucumbers, white and tender lotus roots, purple grapes, golden melons, and green watermelons...

Before getting off the boat, Zhao Hao specially ordered water to sprinkle it, and the fresh fruits and vegetables of all kinds looked even more tender and attractive.

Although Jiangnan is evergreen all year round, there is still nothing growing in the field in winter. The students were shocked to see these fruits and vegetables that should not have appeared in this season.

Many people secretly swallow their saliva. If they can eat a cucumber and eat a piece of watermelon at this time, they can be blown for the rest of their lives.

Ma Yilong was not as unsavory as his disciples. Looking at these off-season fruits and vegetables, he asked tentatively: "Is this grown in the fire room?"

As he said that, he shook his head first and said, "No, most melons and vegetables like sunny days. Only some leeks, yellow sprouts, etc. can be planted in the fire room."

Ma Yilong picked up a green cucumber, took a slight bite and said, "There is no cucumber without the sunshine. Well, it's quite sweet..."

Zhao Hao thought that if the mountain springs were irrigated, the farmhouse was given enough fertilizer, so of course it was sweet.

But it seems that it hasn't been washed yet...

"How did you grow it?" Ma Yilong ate it with relish and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"You will know when you go to Kunshan." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Go to me, I will build a ten-acre greenhouse for you so that you can plant whatever you want all year round, okay?"

"Okay..." Ma Yilong was delighted and almost agreed. Then he shook his head with difficulty and said, "Don't go."

"Why?" Zhao Hao asked in a daze.

"Your off-season vegetables can only be enjoyed by the rich." Ma Yilong said seriously: "I studied farming to solve the food problems of the people. Why do you go to build a greenhouse? Aren't you going to the evil path?"

"Then Mr. Meng He should go to Kunshan even more!" Zhao Hao laughed and took action again.

The guard then picked up a basket again, and his head was still covered with red cloth.

"Look at what this is?" Zhao Hao looked at the other party with encouraging eyes.

Ma Yilong lifted the red cloth and saw that the basket was filled with golden rods.

The students surrounded the ball curiously and felt very novel about the golden and neatly arranged rods.

"What's this thing? It's so beautiful?"

"Can you eat it?"

"I think it's so hard, it hurts teeth." Obviously, no one knows this thing.

"This is the corn I told you." Ma Shanchang said its name in one mouthful.

"Yes." It was Mr. Zhao's turn to be surprised. Unexpectedly, Ma Yilong knew everything. He immediately said, "Mr. Meng He has eaten in Beijing?"

"No." Ma Yilong shook his head and said, "It was the late emperor who had admired Zhang Taiyue. He said it was the early tribute of Folang Ji, which was only planted in Shanglinyuan Jia Vegetable Bureau. It was called "Yu Mai" and also called corn. Zhang Taiyue sent me some of it and asked me to try planting it. Unfortunately, it was rained on the road and it became moldy and could not sprout."

"Why didn't Mr. Meng He ask him again?" Zhao Hao asked strangely.

"Most of the things in the palace are flashy and unreal, and they are not something that ordinary people can eat." Ma Yilong criticized: "I have no interest."

"Hahaha, Mr. Meng He is a big mistake!" Zhao Hao laughed loudly and said, "This thing is from the royal family. It was something I asked for from His Highness the eldest princess, but it is definitely not flashy. Maybe we don't call it "Yu Mai" or "Millet", instead it is called "corn", or corn, or stick, will it sound more friendly?"

"What does it mean is not important." Ma Yilong was not upset, because Zhao Hao's understanding of agriculture and agricultural products had already made him look at him with admiration. He asked humbly: "Young Master Zhao said that this thing is definitely not flashy, so I wonder what its advantages are?"

"It's so tiring to speak while standing." Mr. Zhao held his waist.

"Go and move a chair."

"The throat is so dry..." Zhao Hao coughed lightly again.

"Take tea!"

"It's already noon." Zhao Hao's face was quite thick.

"Please in the academy." Ma Yilong finally realized that he was not polite to treat guests.

I ate lunch at Wuben Academy.

The academy is built against the mountain, spacious and full of farmhouse colors, with various fruit trees, mulberry and hemp planted everywhere, and a fish pond, where ducks and geese are raised.

Shi Jizhi was half a teacher at the Academy. He arranged the guests by the fish pond in a large pergola made of bamboo and straw.

At this moment, welcoming spring and forsythia have bloomed, and the snow-white pear blossoms are blooming. The gentle spring breeze blows, reminding people that a season called "spring" has arrived quietly.

For lunch, I used the vegetables brought by Zhao Hao to stir-fry a table of expensive vegetarian mats, and specially steamed a few corn cobs, asking Ma Yilong to inspect the goods.

While waiting for the corn to be released from the pot, Zhao Hao introduced in detail to him the corn's cold-resistant, drought-resistant and barren-resistant characteristics, as well as good environmental adaptability.

"It can feed the people as staple food, with a per mu yield of nearly twice that of wheat, but its biggest advantage is that it can grow anywhere and not compete with wheat for land." Zhao Hao boasted hard: "And it can also replace rice and wheat to make wine. Corn rods can also be used as feed, which is a treasure."

At this time, the servant brought up the hot corn cob.

Ma Yilong picked up a hot corn and blew it, couldn't wait to bite it, then closed his eyes and chewed it carefully.

"Sweet, quite fragrant." After a while, he opened his eyes and said: But he can't afford to eat so much."

"You can grind it into corn flour, make it into steamed buns, steamed buns, and pancakes." Zhao Hao actually made people grind corn flour, but he ate it and had to mix it with white flour to taste delicious.

Now we are trying every means to fool Ma Yilong into Kunshan, and of course we can't reveal our shortcomings.

Steamed corn cobs taste much better…

"So, you can try to see all kinds of things." Obviously, the yield of corn without the selection and improvement did not shock Ma Yilong.

But it doesn't matter, Zhao Hao has a killer weapon.

He asked mysteriously, "Have you heard of Amway...oh no, sweet potato?"
Chapter completed!