Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 189 Soybeans

After getting people from General Qi, Song Chunlin walked with the wind, and he led his people to the fields in a heroic and high-spirited manner. The corn had been planted, and now it was time to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes. Although it was a little late now, the climate in the north was not as warm as that in the capital, so it should still be in time.

At the same time, in a field not far from his land, the locals were planting soybeans. Song Chunlin watched for a while and felt that the way these locals planted beans seemed to be relatively backward. Even as a layman, he could see that the yield of these beans was not high. He asked someone over and found that it was true. Seeing the farmers working so hard to plant beans, but could only make ends meet all year round, Song Chunlin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After Peng Ermu finished plowing the land, he ran over to report to Song Chunlin: "Young Master, we have already plowed all the land. I wonder what you are going to plant this time?"

Peng Ermu was the soldier whose family had grown corn. The other soldiers were the same batch as last time, but today Song Chunlin asked General Qi for a few more people and gathered twelve strong laborers to help him with the work.

After hearing what Peng Ermu said, Song Chunlin came back to his senses. He looked at the land and found that it had indeed been plowed. The soil had been turned over and the larger clods of soil had been broken up. Looking at the results of everyone's hard work, Song Chunlin nodded with satisfaction.

"Well done. The sun is shining brightly now. Let's go back and come back tomorrow."

When Peng Ermu heard that they were going back, he was a little confused: "Young Master, aren't we going to plant something? Are we just going to leave like this and not plant anything?"

Song Chunlin smiled and said, "Of course we have to plant it, but not now. Let's go back and have a rest first. We still have work to do tomorrow."

Song Chunlin did not lie. The next day, he deliberately did not take a horse-drawn carriage, but rented an ox cart. The ox cart was piled high with farmyard manure and compound fertilizer that he had collected from the space. After piling the fertilizer aside, Song Chunlin asked Peng Ermu and others to plow the land again, and then irrigated the land with water.

Everyone was very confused about the behavior of watering the crops before planting the seeds, but seeing that Song Chunlin was confident, no one could refute him. They had to do as he said and pray in their hearts that the young master would not cry if nothing grew in his land in the future.

Song Chunlin knew that they were not convinced in their hearts, but he did not intend to explain to them. When the harvest came, they would know that all their efforts were not in vain.

After watering, everyone took a short break. Taking advantage of the strong sun at noon, some of the moisture in the ground evaporated. Then Song Chunlin arranged for everyone to apply fertilizer.

Watering and fertilizing, all this work has already been done before the seeds have even been planted. Everyone is complaining in their hearts, thinking, what kind of golden nugget is this? It's so troublesome.

After applying the base fertilizer, the sun had already set, and Song Chunlin waved his hand and asked everyone to finish work and return to the barracks.

As soon as the twelve people returned to the military camp and were out of Song Chunlin's sight, they began to complain to each other.

"Do you think this young master knows how to farm? He was planting corn before, and now he's planting some precious golden nugget. He's so mysterious. He's already applied water and fertilizer before he's even planted the seeds. Won't it be even worse after he plants the seeds?"

Peng Ermu also complained: "The young master is still too young. How can he farm like this? From what I see, it seems that he is not growing food."

"It's not food? Then what could it be? Could it be potatoes or sweet potatoes?"

Peng Ermu's family had never grown potatoes and sweet potatoes, so he was a little uncertain at this time, "Could it be that potatoes and sweet potatoes?"

When it comes to these two high-yield crops, everyone has something to talk about.

"I heard that these two things can produce thousands of kilograms per mu, but I don't know if it's true. I have never seen anything that can produce thousands of kilograms per mu in my life."

Another person also sighed: "Yes, it would be great if the yield per mu was really 1,000 kilograms. One mu of land can produce 1,000 kilograms, ten mu of land can produce 10,000 kilograms, and one hundred mu of land can produce 100,000 kilograms of grain. I can't even eat it all in my lifetime."

Peng Ermu looked around and suddenly asked, "After all this talk, have any of you ever eaten potatoes or sweet potatoes?"

This is a good question. As soon as Peng Ermu finished speaking, the whole tent fell silent. It turned out that no one had ever eaten those two precious treasures.

The next day, Peng Ermu secretly asked Song Chunlin what they were going to plant on the land. Song Chunlin smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess."

God, let me guess. If I could guess it, would I need to ask you?

Peng Ermu was speechless after being treated so harshly by Song Chunlin, but he dared not resist his orders. He could only obediently turn the soil over again. After Song Chunlin confirmed that the fertilizer was evenly mixed, he leisurely took the prepared seeds from the carriage.

However, the seeds he brought were neither potatoes nor sweet potatoes. Instead, they were small black seeds that looked like melon seeds. Peng Ermu had never seen such seeds before, so he subconsciously thought they were either potatoes or sweet potatoes.

However, Song Chunlin denied this and only asked them to spread the seeds evenly in the ground with a slightly larger spacing, because these plants like sunlight very much, and if they are planted too densely, they will not get enough sunlight and the fruiting rate will be affected.

None of the twelve people knew what Song Chunlin was up to, but they still followed his instructions, spread the seeds evenly, and then gently covered them with soil.

After planting this piece of land, Song Chunlin announced that they would take a day off and continue planting the day after tomorrow.

Peng Ermu asked hesitantly, "Are you going to plant again the day after tomorrow?"

Song Chunlin stretched out his hand and drew a big circle behind him: "Look over there, over there, and over here, these lands are all mine now, so, do you understand?"

Now not only Peng Ermu was dumbfounded, the other eleven people were also dumbfounded.

"My goodness, this must be 50 to 60 acres of land. Although the land here is not very valuable, the young master planted so much at once. Can he really harvest it back when the time comes?"

This is true. You have to know that they only came here to fight. After the war, they have to go back. If the war is over and the crops are not ready for harvest, then all the hard work will be wasted. What is this young master trying to do?

Song Chunlin would never tell Peng Ermu that these lands were only for planting in his plan, but did not belong to him yet. Recently, he had set aside two hours every night to frantically copy down soybean planting techniques in his space. There were many modern professional terms, which were a big challenge for a poor student. He had to translate them into meanings that the people of Dajing could understand so as not to cause misunderstandings. In fact, he could not copy much in two hours a day. Now he had to drink spiritual spring water as coffee every day to stay awake.