Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: Let Qiao Xiaomai and Her Husband Do the Planting (Fourth Update)_1 Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: Let Qiao Xiaomai and Her Husband Do the Planting (Fourth Update)_1 Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao had already gone to bed when they were informed by the palace maid. They immediately dressed and rushed to Da’an Palace.

The lights of Da’an Palace were brightly lit, with Yang Wenxiao ordering all the candlesticks to be lit, making the entire hall as bright as day.

Three generations of the family gathered around the table, observing the items laid upon it.

The maize kernels had been poured out and were piled on the table, alongside a transparent freshness-preserving bag, a ribbon for tying the bag, and some sheets of paper–all placed on the table.

“Your teeth are in good shape, give it a try,” Yang Wenxiao gestured towards the maize with his chin.

Since he couldn’t bite into it, he ground a few kernels with a small mill. The powder wasn’t as fine as white flour, but it tasted quite good when he tried it.

Hearing this, Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao immediately reached for the maize kernels. They didn’t take much; each took one kernel and carefully chewed it in their mouths.

After a moment, father and son nodded in unison, “Not bad.”

“According to this letter, it’s high-yielding, easy to plant, and tastes good. Although the weather is still a bit cold, it should be fine to plant now. We’ll sow them tomorrow,” Yang Wenxiao decided.

“How about planting it indoors? The weather is cold; what if it doesn’t sprout?” suggested Emperor Yongan.

His gaze lingered on the words “the sixth grain” for quite some time, and his heart was aflame with excitement.

Having confirmed the existence of Divine Liquid as a lifesaving substance, his anxiety and restlessness had disappeared, and he now had the energy to pay attention to other details.

Yang Wenxiao caught the look in his eye and couldn’t help but smile, “My son, this will be your achievement. With the sixth grain bestowed by heaven, you shall be remembered in history. You are indeed the True Dragon Emperor chosen by the heavens.”

These words made Emperor Yongan somewhat embarrassed, and he quickly waved his hands, “No, no, no, this is your credit, Father. Without you, your son would’ve most likely never encountered maize in his lifetime.”

“Enough of that, if I say it’s yours, then it’s yours,” Yang Wenxiao waved his hand dismissively, changing the subject. “Let’s not talk about this anymore and discuss the planting instead.”

Yang Hao thought for a moment and said, “This thing called maize is too precious, in my opinion. We should plant it on top of a heated brick bed. It’s the middle of February, and it’s still cold. In case it doesn’t sprout, wouldn’t we have wasted the gracious intention of Lady Gu’s disciple?”

“Plant it on top of a heated brick bed?” Yang Wenxiao raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, Qiao Xiaomai has extensive experience in this area; I think we should let her handle it, along with Tong Sanlang,” Yang Hao suggested.

Emperor Yongan nodded at this, “Yes, after all, they are descendants of Lady Gu and are also adept at farming. Father, I suggest we let the couple take care of the maize.”

“Agreed,” Yang Wenxiao didn’t hesitate.

The crops grown by Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang outdid even the most experienced old farmers. Letting this couple plant the maize was indeed the best choice.

“Then let’s find a room in the rear hall and build a heated brick bed tonight.” Yang Wenxiao was someone who acted swiftly, going from decision to action without delay.

“I will have someone called right away,” said Emperor Yongan as he stood up.

“No need for you to go, Gao Lian will take care of it, you sit down,” Yang Wenxiao waved him back, suggesting something else. “Apart from the maize, this bag and ribbon are also worth studying. Take a look, can you make these?”

Emperor Yongan sat down again upon hearing this. He picked up the freshness-preserving bag and examined it for a while, then shook his head, “Such a convenient item, I’m afraid no one but an Immortal like Lady Gu could make it.”

In Daqi, not even the most precious Liuli could be produced, let alone such a bag.