For the people, the real benefits are what they care about.

The seemingly simple and superficial truth has never been said to Zhu Yijun, at least he has never said such superficial words.

Listening to these simple words, Zhu Yijun was silent for a while before asking.

"Then how can we benefit the people of the world?"

“There are many ways.”

Shi Yiwen said with a smile.

"And there is a big difference. I don't know how to get some benefits in the court, but it is not difficult to let the people get some benefits in detail. Just like now, promoting cotton cultivation in the north can benefit thousands of households. Moreover, the farm has also bred high-quality cotton introduced from abroad, with a per mu yield of about twice that of ordinary cotton, which is even more beneficial to the people. Moreover, my farm also has higher yields of corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Unlike cotton, they are all foods for food. As long as they are bred in the future, I dare not say anything else. With these three things, at least people in the world will never be hungry again!"

It can make the world never hungry again!

A seemingly casual sentence made Zhu Yijun look at him and ask in surprise.

"Is it really OK?"

"sure!"

Not to mention the high-yield corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes in the Space Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Research Institute, it is enough to allow people all over the world to have a full meal and allow people to survive the cold little ice age in the future. After all, in another time and space, sweet potatoes, as miscellaneous grains, once became the staple food for the people of the north, feeding hundreds of millions of people.

After answering directly, Shi Yiwen said to Zhu Yijun again.

"But the key is to promote the good varieties. If the good varieties cannot be promoted, everything is empty talk."

Historically, the national spread of sweet potatoes was an extremely slow process. It was not until the mid-18th century that it was widely planted nationwide. While becoming the number one miscellaneous grain, it even became the main food for most ordinary people. After all, its yield is higher than other crops.

"But now I have figured out a solution. I think that in a few years at most, I can almost promote them."

"oh?"

Zhu Yijun looked at Shi Yiwen curiously.

"What method? Is it more effective than government promotion?"

"Ming Zhi, sometimes, the government may not be able to do everything. Moreover, some things that the government forces the promotion may backfire. Sometimes, this matter must be left to the people themselves!"

After saying that, Shi Yiwen pretended to be a mysterious smile and stopped talking.

...

That is, when the people in the capital began to prepare winter coal, the cotton in the suburbs of Beijing was also harvested. On the vast fields in the suburbs of Beijing, the harvest of cotton looked particularly gratifying.

Men, women, young and old all came to the fields to pick cotton. Compared with previous years, tens of thousands of acres of cotton planted in the suburbs of Beijing this year. At this time, everyone in the fields was very happy. When they were picking cotton, they always discussed the price of cotton there, without any intention of damaging farmers.

"Uncle Xu, have you asked, what price the company charges our cotton?"

The woman picking cotton was shouting loudly in the field.

"I asked. If the cotton in our company has less shell slag, it will be charged at one or six cents per 100 kilograms. In total, this acre of land can be collected at least seventy or eighty kilograms, and you can earn more than one or two silvers."

"One or six cents! That's really a lot!"

"No, it's not cheaper than in previous years."

"That's right, I knew it would have been more than two acres."

"If you have more than two acres, you won't be afraid of having too many flowers and no food will be lost when the time comes."

"That is, if you grow cotton and make money, then the money cannot be treated as food. At least you have to leave food fields."

For these people, growing cotton means using some broken fields to supplement their family income, but they never dare to forget the ancient principles of farming and eating. No one is willing to take risks with the lives of the whole family.

"Oh, actually, I said, our cotton is too inferior. I heard that the cotton planted in Shitaizhuang was brought back by the owner from abroad. It said that one acre of land can earn more than 200 kilograms of cotton, but one acre is more than three or four acres of our land. You said that if we plant that kind of cotton, we would really make money."

This person's words made everyone around him stunned and said in surprise.

"One acre of land can collect more than 200 kilograms of cotton. You didn't say anything crazy. This is more than grain."

"What's wrong? Don't believe it. Don't forget that the cabbage they planted last winter can harvest thousands of kilograms per acre of land!"

As soon as he said this, the people around him immediately remembered the latest news that came last year.

"That's not. I heard that one winter last year, they made a lot of money. In Shitaizhuang, there were new houses everywhere, and every household lived in a big tiled house in Mingtang!"

"That's not. Speaking of which, Shitaizhuang used to be a royal farm, but later it was rewarded to others, but the land was all owned by the owner. Who would have thought that if we planted the same farm for a few years, it would not be as good as others earn in a year."

"It's not that I don't want to bear it. In my opinion, it's because of this kind of seed. If we grow the kind of cotton they grow, it would be the same harvest..."

After all, in the end, these farmers who have planted for most of their lives know very well what makes others harvest or seeds.

Ordinary people can see the benefits of seeds, and as for those who are good at farming in the countryside, they can see the differences between Shitaizhuang cotton early on.

While the tenants in the village were fighting together there, Sun Xingwang once again came to the field, and he counted the cotton boulders on the cotton again.

"There are seventy or eighty cotton boulders on this cotton plant, so the yield is not high..."

Sun Xingwang muttered in his heart. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He quietly picked the cotton around him. What he loved was not cotton, but cotton seeds in the cotton. What he loved was those seeds. With these seeds, he would also be able to plant cotton with a yield of more than 200 kilograms per mu next year.

Just like he asked his family's long-term workers to come here to steal cabbage this winter, the cabbages were planted in the yard and left behind seeds, perhaps not many, but as long as there are a few years of hard work, these seeds can naturally breed more seeds, and by then, the family's income will naturally increase exponentially.

However, when he picked the cotton, he happened to be discovered, so someone immediately shouted.
Chapter completed!