One person with fifty jin, twenty-seven people, that's nearly one thousand three hundred and fifty jin!
If all of this were planted as seeds, how much grain would be harvested!
If Jiang Hu were not under his command, coupled with the fact that Officer Xie had a good impression of Jiang Hu's original plan to keep seeds, he would have almost punched him twice.
Fortunately, in the end, he just kept muttering 'prodigal son' and didn't say much more.
Since a decision had been made, everyone did not dawdle.
They kept the tax grain separately, and the Jiang family kept only six hundred jin of grain for themselves, three hundred jin of sorghum and corn each, selling the rest.
It's not much, even a bit little, but after waiting for another month, the rice could be harvested, and there are sweet potatoes in the field too.
Over with Liu Zhi and his twenty-seven people, they weighed out one hundred and thirty-five jin each of corn and sorghum, and also had Liu Zhi personally oversee it.
