Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Discussion

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The refugee village had now changed its name to Da Fu Village. Ming Zhiyan had already contacted the people on the other side to dock, they were only waiting for Jian Qingqing to cut off the vines.

The person from Da Fu Village was an old acquaintance of Jian Qingqing. He was Ma Jiacai, the foreman who had helped her family build the house. Now, he was also the village chief of Da Fu Village.

They came with a wooden cart. Jian Qingqing had already prepared the vines and was waiting for him at the entrance of the village.

“Miss Jian, I didn’t expect your village to have such a great fortune in just a year!”

Ma Jiacai said with a face full of emotion. He did not know that Jian Qingqing was the one who discovered these high-yielding grains. In fact, he did not know anything about these things. It was just that the county magistrate had told them that Jian Village had high-yielding grains.

He had asked them to plant high-yielding grains on all the fields that were not planted with crops. At first, they were skeptical. Later, when they heard Jian Qingqing’s name, they no longer doubted her.

Jian Qingqing was a very different existence to most of the people in the great fortune village. That year, they had been numbly waiting for death in the dilapidated temple. Suddenly, a little girl asked them in a tender voice if they had any workers who could build houses, at that moment, she was like a god descending into their hearts.

Therefore, the people of the great fortune village regarded Jian Qingqing as their salvation and firmly believed her words.

Jian Qingqing smiled and said, “You will have them too. Everyone’s days will get better and better.”

She gave all the vines on the ground to Ma Jiacai. These vines had all been plucked from leaves. Some villagers took them back to eat for themselves. If they could not finish them, they would pluck them and feed them to the chickens and pigs.

Needless to say, these leaves and chickens were cute to eat. In a short period of time, they had grown a lot bigger.

“You just need to spread these vines on the ground and plant them. Bury the ends with soil. You don’t need to bury the rest. They will take root very soon.”

Ma Jiacai listened carefully and nodded. He took a bag of things wrapped in large leaves from the car and handed it to Jian Qingqing. He said embarrassedly, “This is our homemade Ciba. I’ll let you have a taste.”

Jian Qingqing took it and smelled the fragrance of mugwort leaves before she even opened it. She thanked him in surprise, “Thank you, Uncle Ma!”

Ma Jiacai scratched his head bashfully. At this time, all the vines had been loaded into the cart. He waved his hand and said with a smile, “Then we’ll leave first. See you later!”

“Be careful!”

The news that the Da Fu Village was going to grow high -yield grain had spread. For a moment, there were many different opinions.

“Is it fake? How can there be high-yield grain?”

“In other words, it’s high-yield grain. No one knows exactly how high it is. What if it’s the same as the amount of rice we grow, but we change the name to high-yield grain? Then we might as well grow rice. We don’t even know what kind of thing we can grow. What if we can’t grow it? Wouldn’t that be a loss? Let’s drink the northwest wind!”

“However, I heard from the people of Da Fu Village that the county magistrate let them grow this crop. The county magistrate wouldn’t lie to them, right?

He’s not that corrupt official from before.”

“That’s true. I have a relative who also has a relative in Jian Village. I heard that there really is such a thing. It’s said that the yield is very high, much higher than the amount of rice and wheat we grow. However, he didn’t say exactly how much it is. I heard that the people of Jian Village are mysterious now and don’t let outsiders in. His people don’t often come out either.”

“Is this really true? But if there really is such a thing as a high-yield grain, why did the county magistrate only allow the people of Jian Village to grow them?”

This matter was only passed on to the people in private. No matter what they guessed, it had never been confirmed..