After crossing, I was miserable.

Chapter 568 Father and Daughter Conversation

"Xin'er is here?" Father Yang looked at his daughter kindly. Although she didn't grow up under his lap, maybe it was because of the blood relationship, there was a natural feeling of father-daughter connection. Even though they hadn't seen each other for such a long time, they didn't feel any estrangement.

"Father, look here, mother is jealous and complaining to me that I don't miss her anymore.

Oh my, this is such a huge injustice. The daughter's longing for her mother is like a surging river!

It's just that I've been busy with work these days and I didn't express my longing for you to my mother in time. Father, you have to persuade my mother and don't let her misunderstand me like this. Otherwise, I will be very upset!" Qian Duoduo pretended to be sad.

"You little bitch, you've even learned to tease your mother," Mrs. Yang pretended to be angry and patted her.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, I'll talk about your mother later. What happened to your father? I'm jealous. Hahaha..."

The family walked towards the restaurant while talking happily. Qian Duoduo walked behind his father holding his mother's arm.

"Ma'am, when will dinner be served?"

Madam Yang looked at the sky and said, "In about a quarter of an hour, Ze'er and the others should be back."

"Okay, there's still time. Xin'er, come here and tell your father about your sweet potato and potato planting."

Before this, Qian Duoduo carefully searched and selected in his own space, and collected a large number of various books on planting for Yang's father.

These books cover many areas, from crop selection and cultivation to field management to pest and disease control, which can be said to have everything.

Qian Duoduo has his own considerations for sparing no effort in doing this.

You know, in the more than ten years since the end of the long-lasting war, the entire country is still in a state of disrepair and all kinds of materials are still extremely scarce.

As one of the important materials necessary for people's survival, it is particularly important to improve the output and quality of food.

Moreover, his father was in charge of the entire court's crops, which in modern terms should be the Ministry of Agriculture in later generations.

Therefore, Qian Duoduo sincerely hopes that these planting books can become a powerful tool in the hands of Yang's father, helping him to achieve new breakthroughs and achievements in the field of agricultural planting, and thus contribute to alleviating the country's material shortages.

Not only that, the potatoes and sweet potatoes that she planted herself were also brought to the house.

Once tasted, its unique and wonderful taste won unanimous praise and recognition from everyone.

However, Qian Duoduo did not take the initiative to mention the specific details of these two foods to Yang's father.

Every time when Father Yang asked, she always answered casually: "These are the seeds I got from my hometown in the north. I just planted them in our villa with a try-it-out mentality to see if they can survive successfully."

In fact, Qian Duoduo was not so stingy that she was reluctant to share these two delicious foods, but if she were the first to bring up some things, it might cause a series of unexpected troubles and problems.

So, even though Yang's father showed great interest in these new foods, Qian Duoduo chose to remain silent and wait for the right time to make further explanations.

It seems that now is such an opportunity.

"Yes, father. After a period of careful planting and care, we found that the potato yield is quite considerable, about 150 kilograms per acre.

Sweet potatoes are even more impressive, with an output of about 2500 kilograms per mu!" Qian Duoduo reported the harvest situation to Father Yang carefully.

After hearing this, Mr. Yang's eyes widened as big as copper bells, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and his face was full of disbelief.

He stood up suddenly, his body trembling slightly with excitement, and his voice was a little out of tune:

"How much more? Tell me again, how much?"

Faced with such a strong reaction from his father, Qian Duoduo seemed quite calm.

In fact, she had expected such a result, but out of caution, the number she reported was quite conservative.

You know, the actual per-acre yield of these two crops is actually even more amazing. But even if it is just the current number, it is enough to shock people.

"You didn't lie to your father, did you?" Lord Yang looked at his child with suspicion, an expression of disbelief in his eyes, and his voice rose unconsciously.

"Father, why do you think so? These are all the fruits of my hard work in the villa. Why would I lie to you?

It’s just… maybe it’s because our planting method is not quite right, or maybe the land here is different from that in my adoptive father’s hometown, so the yield is not as high as I expected.” Qian Duoduo explained sincerely.

Hearing this, Father Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the light of hope. He couldn't wait to ask:

"You mean, if we improve the planting methods or find crop varieties that are more suitable for this land, the yield can continue to increase?"

As he spoke, he began to pace back and forth in the room excitedly, his steps seemed hurried and messy.

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo smiled secretly in his heart, but pretended to be thoughtful on the surface.

After a while, she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"Well... theoretically, it should be possible to increase production. However, the specific situation needs to be determined through further experiments. After all, agricultural production is affected by many factors, so we can't easily draw conclusions."

"Good, good, good!" Father Yang cheered excitedly and rubbed his hands back and forth, as if trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

The current wheat yield is 155 kilograms per mu at best, and only around 100 kilograms at worst.

This is because the capital was the least affected by the war.

But ordinary people in other places probably have nothing left at home except the grain they hand over every year.

If these two crops are successfully planted, especially the sweet potatoes, people will be able to eat much more food, and there will be absolutely no problem in having enough food!

Lord Yang paced back and forth excitedly, thinking to himself what a prosperous world it would be if the people could have enough food to eat!

"Okay, okay, after you two finish your meal, go to the study and talk. We'll eat first." It was Mrs. Yang's words that interrupted Lord Yang's fantasies.