Wasn’t the one who threw the blame

After dinner, Mr Hou and Mo Qingling did not leave.

Instead, they asked Xiao Hanzheng and his wife to take them to the Taoist temple to see the corn fields.

Of course Liang Youxiao and the others followed to join in the fun.

Seeing the corn planted in the Taoist temple's backyard, Mr Hou and Mo Qingling became excited again.

It looked like the yield was indeed not low.

Mo Qingling asked, "How many corn seeds does this mu of land need?"

Ever since he became the county magistrate, he had learned a lot about the livelihood of his people.

Shi Qingluo replied, "About five catties."

Hearing this, everyone except for Xiao Hanzheng was stunned. "What?"

Mo Qingling's breathing became heavier. "You mean that five cattiesof seeds can produce a thousand catties of grain?"

Shi Qingluo nodded. "That's right!"

She had cultivated these high-yielding seeds from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.