Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 2068 - 489: Zhu Chongba Steals Corn (Happy Children’s Day)

So Chen Jie ordered, "Learn, let him learn freely."

Chen Xiaohu may not be proficient in other skills, but his loyalty is unquestionable, especially his ability to execute orders is remarkable.

Thus, when Chen Jie said not to restrict him and let him learn freely, Xiao Hu immediately implemented it, placing no limits on Zhu Chongba’s actions in Huangzhou Prefecture, allowing him to do as he pleases.

With the orders conveyed, the entire Huangzhou Prefecture knew about it, and therefore Zhu Chongba’s actions in Huangzhou Prefecture faced no obstacles.

Actually, Zhu Chongba and his group were unaware that the secrets of Huangzhou Prefecture were hidden within the city’s industrial district, containing five cotton mills, a glass factory, a refined salt purification factory, and so on.

However, it’s a military zone that ordinary people cannot enter.

What Zhu Chongba could see were only these civil projects exposed to the outside, but these were enough to astonish Zhu Chongba.

At this moment, in the Huanggang region of Huangzhou Prefecture, outside Sun Family Town, there was a vast field of golden crops, and the villagers were busily harvesting the grain.

At the same time, a convoy was slowly driving towards this direction.

When the convoy reached here, the leader immediately stopped the convoy, standing amid the fields, watching the villagers diligently harvesting the crops.

"What kind of grain is this?"

Zhu Chongba, standing in the field, asked Tang He beside him, both of whom were from farming families and thus were not strangers to agriculture; however, they were seeing this crop for the first time and were quite curious.

At this moment, Tang He murmured, "This looks kind of like sorghum, doesn’t it?"

Zhu Chongba said, "Sorghum heads grow at the top, but look, this grain seems to grow in the middle."

Upon hearing this, Tang He said, "It’s indeed strange. Mr. Li, you are knowledgeable and well-traveled. Have you ever seen this crop before?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shanchang shook his head and said, "I’ve never seen it before; it doesn’t look like sorghum."

At this point, Ma Xiuying also drew back the curtain and took a glance, saying, "These stalks are obviously much sturdier than sorghum. It’s definitely not sorghum, but I don’t know exactly what crop it is."

As they pondered this, trying to guess what kind of crop it was, they noticed a farmer in the distance and his son driving a cart filled with this peculiar grain, heading up a slope.

But it had just rained, so the slope was quite muddy, and the wheels were stuck in the mud, making it difficult to move.

As they were anxiously struggling, Zhu Chongba suddenly jumped off his horse, rushed over, followed by Tang He, and they reached the farmer’s cart and helped push it out of the mud.

"Oh, oh~"

The old man stopped the cart on the main road, looking at Zhu Chongba and Tang He, whose boots were dirtied by the mud, and said, "Really sorry, I’ve dirtied your shoes, esteemed guests."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Chongba replied, "Oh, it’s nothing, nothing."

The old man said apologetically, "It’s really embarrassing, where are you esteemed guests coming from?"

Zhu Chongba said, "We’re merchants from Anhui, trading in furs."

"Oh, oh, so you’re merchants. Our home is just ahead, if you esteemed guests don’t mind, come to my home for a drink of water and wash the mud off your shoes."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Chongba looked at Tang He. Drinking water or washing off the mud wasn’t important; what was important was Zhu Chongba’s curiosity about exactly what grain this was.

Then Zhu Chongba said, "We’d love to impose on you, old man."

The old man said, "That’s no trouble; if not for you two, my cart would still be stuck here."

After saying this, the old man said, "I’ll drive the cart ahead, you follow behind."

Zhu Chongba said, "Haha, I’ll accompany the old brother."

Zhu Chongba followed the old man, who was driving the cart, and said, "Alright, but my ox cart isn’t as fast as your carriage."

"I feel like I’ve met an old brother, chatting is nice."

Upon hearing this, the old man said, "Hehe, alright."

At this moment, Zhu Chongba finally asked his question, "Old brother, what kind of grain is this on your cart? I’ve never seen it before."

Upon hearing this, the old man said, "Oh, this is a type of grain unique to Huangzhou Prefecture, recommended by the City Lord for us to grow, called corn!"

"Corn!"

Zhu Chongba said, "I’ve never seen this before; what is the yield per acre for this grain?"

The old man replied, "This is a miraculous grain; the yield per acre can be five to six hundred catties."

"How much?"

Upon hearing what the old man said, Zhu Chongba was utterly stunned; his eyes almost popped out.

Being from a farming background, Zhu Chongba naturally knew the yield per acre; during this era, the yield per acre of wheat, under perfect conditions, was only two to three hundred catties.

Sorghum had a higher yield but wouldn’t exceed three hundred catties.

But this crop had a yield per acre of five to six hundred catties, which was double the production.

In this era, calling it a miraculous grain was not exaggerated; it could double the supportable population without increasing the cultivated area.

Such grain was indeed worthy of being called miraculous tissue.

At this moment, Zhu Chongba was truly tempted, knowing he was from a peasant family where his father and siblings starved to death, and during the hardest times, the whole family had only nineteen grains of rice, he understood the taste of hunger.

He also knew how important grain was in the eyes of the common people.

Therefore, upon hearing about an acre yield of five to six hundred catties, his heart instantly filled with greed.