A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  The result of being overly excited is that Jiang Wu's throat is full of smoke, drinking the cool breeze in the forest, and his stomach is full of echoes.

   This kind of tossing should have a cold and fever, but there is no way, a water system ability continues, and it is impossible to get sick.

  Perhaps it was the shouting that released the anxiety caused by the social fear of having to communicate with people during the trip. After this venting, the soul seemed to fly, and the troubles also flew away.

  Jiang Wunian who woke up the next day had dark circles in his eyes, but his spirit was unprecedentedly excited.

  Jiang Wunian just wanted to cry up to the sky: I, Tudou Dui, are back!

   In the end, he still couldn't be as open as Lu Jingzhi, but just let out a soft howl.

   Shen Nanwei, who leaned her head out of the window to watch, laughed and shook her head.

   Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to deer will eventually become deer.

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  When Jiang Tanyue was in Yuanzhou, she asked Lu Jingzhi for seeds, and Lu Jingzhi still remembered this incident.

  Finally put things on the agenda today.

  Take a carriage with Jiang Tanyue to a Zhuangzi.

   I don’t know when she bought it. It looks desolate on the outside, but it’s unique on the inside.

   "My sister wants to improve crop yield a little bit?"

  "Since there are excellent seeds improved by later generations, of course we must make the best use of them."

   In terms of yield per mu, the difference between ancient and modern times is not a single star.

  If it can improve the yield of plants, it can be described as epoch-making significance.

  Lu Jingzhi doesn’t talk nonsense. After arriving at the place, there is a warehouse for hoarding seeds. As for what to do if there are suddenly more things in it, Lu Jingzhi doesn’t have to worry about these. My sister must have already made preparations.

  She circled the largest space within the tolerance range.

   Circle as many crops as possible, such as wheat, corn, rice, millet, etc.

   There are also some odds and ends of oats, mung beans, red beans, black rice, etc., and even most of the things she doesn't know.

   "Here are modern improved varieties. These have been improved again in the laboratory after the end of the world, adapting to extremely harsh environments, but the breeding process may take a little effort."

  Lu Jingzhi patiently explained things to Jiang Tanyue.

   "Thanks for your hard work." Jiang Tanyue's eyes were sparkling.

I have been a president for many years in modern times, even if I know "who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work", I don't feel so empathetic, but as the boss Jiang in ancient times, after a deeper understanding of this era, I know what the yield per mu means. .

  Better aware of what an increase in yield per mu means.

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  Day by day.

  Lu Jingzhi discovered that his cuffs were shortened again one morning, unable to cover his wrists.

   "Mom, I've grown taller again!"

  Shen Nanwei gestured carefully, and said with a smile, "I have grown a lot taller. You and Xiaoya are going to make new clothes."

   "Why are you still so thin?" Wei Xiaoqi put down the tools in her hands. She just went to trim and tidy the flowers and branches in the yard. It is also strange. It should be the season when all the flowers are withering, but her own flowers are competing for beauty.

  But no flower can compare to the two people, one big and one small, who are talking in front of them.

  Shen Nanwei circled Lu Jingzhi's wrist with her hands, her thumb and index finger could be easily clasped, but it didn't feel too thin, it was more like a sword out of its sheath, a bamboo that shot straight into the sky.

   "I eat a lot." Lu Jingzhi giggled, not because of the need to raise supernatural powers.

   To Lu Jingzhi's shock, Shen Nanwei took out a well-tailored set of autumn clothes. Although it was a skirt, it was not muddy at all, and it was Lu Jingzhi's favorite type, who was running up and down every day.