At the end of July, the grain harvest came in across Jingzhou.
Yet the officials and common folk alike were utterly dumbfounded. When they had first heard that the new seeds could yield a thousand catties per mu, they simply refused to believe it. In ancient times, no matter how skilled you were or how fertile the soil, the harvest from a single mu of land would only amount to around a hundred catties.
And yet, what about this grain? A single mu of land had actually produced a thousand catties—and that was just the yield for half a year! If it were the full year, would anyone ever go hungry again?
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