After the Double Ninth Festival, the days of Daohua returned to the same as before.

After class every day, after finishing the homework assigned by Master Shen, he went to the old lady’s yard and tended the flowers and plants in the yard with the old lady.

Recently, Daohua has read several ancient books on grafting, and is excited to study flower grafting and cultivate some special flowers and plants.

In ancient times, there were not many types of flowers and plants suitable for potted planting. In addition, due to the geographical inaccessibility, the flowers and plants that can be seen in daily life are actually somewhat monotonous.

Nowadays, the flower shop sells some common types of flowers, and other flower shops also sell them. If she wants the flower shop business to continue to be prosperous, she feels that the flower shop must be irreplaceable.

In the yard, Mrs. Yan watched the rice flowers destroying the flowers with her hands. She felt a little distressed and wanted to stop it. But this girl insisted on saying that she was improving flower seeds, which made her say nothing.

"Mom, why don't you talk about rice flowers? Even if there are many flowers and plants in your yard, they won't be ruined by rice flowers!"

When everyone paid their respects recently, they could all see rice flowers with hands full of mud being pulled and thrown at the flowers and plants in the yard. Even Yan Zhigao, who didn't pay much attention to the backyard, knew that the eldest daughter was destroying the flowers and plants in the old lady's yard. .

One evening, while the Yan family was waiting in the old lady's yard for dinner, Yan Zhiyuan couldn't help but complain to the old lady.

This time, before the old lady said anything out loud, Yan Zhiqiang, who had never been very talkative, opened his mouth to explain to Daohua.

"The rice flowers are not affected by flowers and plants, she is improving flower seeds."

Yan Zhiyuan sneered: "Third brother, I admit that I am really good at planting rice flowers and cultivating flowers, but are you going too far when you say that a little girl improved flower seeds? I think she is just fooling around."

"Your second brother, I am not ignorant. I have been with my eldest brother in these years and have been in and out of many wealthy families. Those wealthy families have flower farmers who specialize in taking care of flowers and plants. In this way, do you have any Did you hear that so-and-so has a new flower?"

"I won't talk about other people, but let's talk about the number one family in Xingzhou City, the Zhou family. Mr. Zhou is famous for his love of flowers, but isn't the flower species his family grows all well-known to everyone?"

After saying that, Yan Zhiyuan looked at Yan Zhigao and Mrs. Li with a smile.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I know that selling watermelons has made our family a little more relaxed this year, but I think we should save where we should, and we can't be extravagant and wasteful, right?"

This time, it was Yan Zhiqiang who spoke out to refute Yan Zhiyuan: "Second brother, you are right, but our rice flower is very good at things in the field. When she talks about improving flower seeds, she is actually improving flower seeds."

With that said, without waiting for Yan Zhiyuan to speak, he looked at Yan Zhigao: "Brother, this year's autumn grains in Zhuangzi have been harvested, and I have sent the account books to my sister-in-law."

"I won't say much else. I'll just talk about the same acre of paddy field. Ordinary rice seeds can only harvest about 4 dan of grain. Using rice seeds improved with rice flowers, the harvest of rice will be at least 1 dan more. Wait.

It is not impossible for people who are more sophisticated to charge an extra two stones."

Hearing this, the others didn't have any special feelings, but Yan Zhigao, who always paid attention to people's livelihood, stood up and asked eagerly: "Is what you said true? You didn't lie to me?"<

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If there weren't too many people present, he would have wanted to rush up and shake his third brother to see if he was talking nonsense.

Yan Zhiqiang: "Brother, you can look at the account books recorded by our family in previous years and compare them with this year. This year, Zhuangzi bought it a little late and missed the spring plowing. Otherwise, you can go to the fields and see the harvest scene with your own eyes."

Yan Zhigao stared at Yan Zhiqiang closely, and saw that his face was serious and there was no sign of lying, and he was extremely excited.

What is political achievement?

Keeping the people fed and clothed is his greatest political achievement and also his original intention of becoming an official.

Yan Zhigao didn't care that there were other people present. He rubbed his hands and walked around the room excitedly.

Seeing this, everyone was surprised.

In order to maintain the dignity of the head of the family, Yan Zhigao has always kept his emotions secretive in front of the Yan family. It is very rare for him to show his emotions without reservation like this.

"Where's the account book? Come and show it to me!"

Yan Zhigao wandered around for a while, then quickly grabbed Yan Zhiqiang and asked.

Yan Zhiqiang did not expect Yan Zhigao to be so excited, and was a little dazed for a moment.

"Third brother, you are talking. Where is the account book?" Yan Zhigao was so anxious that he actually followed his inner thoughts and grabbed Yan Zhiqiang and shook him a few times.

At this time, Mrs. Yan spoke up and looked at her eldest son angrily: "Boss, let go of your third brother. Look at what you look like now. You look like you know the state."

Yan Zhigao retracted his hand sarcastically: "Mom, isn't my son excited?"

Seeing that the eldest son was really anxious, the old lady called Sun's mother: "Go and bring me the account book from the box in the inner room."

While waiting, Yan Zhiyuan was a little disbelieving and looked at Yan Zhiqiang: "Third brother, I know you like that girl Daohua, but don't lie to me just to speak for her!"

"Bang!"

The old lady placed the teacup in her hand heavily on the table: "Second child, third child never lies, don't you know?"

Seeing this, Yan Zhigao's heart dropped when he was told by Yan Zhiyuan. His mother was like this, thinking that what his third brother said just now should be true.

"I..."

Yan Zhiyuan choked and was about to defend himself. At this time, Sun's mother came out with the account book.

Yan Zhigao eagerly took the account book, looked at the immature handwriting on the account book, and said in surprise: "The account book was written by Daohua?"

The old lady smiled and said: "Your daughter said that only by clearly understanding the harvest in the fields can we better improve grain varieties. No, since she and the third uncle recognized each other, she has been keeping all the accounts at home.

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Yan Zhigao looked at it very carefully and kept records in the account books very carefully. There were records of harvests in paddy fields, dry land, and even wasteland and barren mountains.

The more I watch, the more shocked I am by Yan Zhigao.

The records in this account book are clearer and more detailed than those in the yamen.

There are comparisons of harvests in paddy fields and dry land, as well as comparisons of the yields of different types of grains, and the comparison tables are used to make it clear.

"Mom, is this really written by Daohua?" Yan Zhigao asked again, with disbelief in his tone.

The old lady said angrily: "If it weren't for her, it could be me, the old lady!"

Yan Zhigao looked at Yan Zhiqiang again, and Yan Zhiqiang nodded immediately.

At this moment, Daohua walked in. Seeing that no one in the room spoke, she was a little puzzled: "What's wrong with everyone?" After saying that, she sat next to the old lady and said, "Grandma, I'm hungry and I haven't started eating yet.

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"Daohua, Dad asked you, is it you who kept this account book?" Yan Zhigao asked, holding the account book.

When Daohua saw that it was a ledger recording the harvest of the family's grain, she immediately became energetic.

She wanted to promote her grains for more than a day or two. In ancient times, grain yields were so low that many people didn't have enough to eat. She was lucky enough to have a space where she could grow grains, and she wanted to do her best to do something like this.

It’s not like I came to ancient times in vain.

"Yes, father, let me tell you, my improved grain varieties are very good. When do you think they will be promoted in Xingzhou City?"

She was deeply touched by her previous escape experience.

There are really people dying of hunger and mourning everywhere!

She originally thought that since she missed spring plowing this year, the matter of grain planting would not be mentioned until at least next year, but she did not expect that happiness would come so suddenly.
Chapter completed!