The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 363: Prosperity (3)_1

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: Prosperity (3)_1

"The temperature in the greenhouse should not fall below twenty degrees. When sowing, lightly pat down with a board to let the seeds sink into the soil. Then cover them with a layer of soil and fertilizer. As long as the temperature is controlled daily, by May, you can transplant the seedlings directly," said Lin Ziyin passionately, gazing at the black soil, "Because the seedlings are strong enough, when the temperature rises, you can transplant them directly, and they will grow rapidly."

"We have to transplant the seedlings?" asked a man from Chu Suifeng’s manor in confusion. "Aren’t rice seeds just scattered directly on the ground?"

"It’s hard to explain everything at once. Let’s wait until the seedlings are grown to talk more about it," Lin Ziyin replied with a smile.

Yes, there was confusion on everyone’s faces, but no one voiced any objections to Lin Ziyin’s unorthodox method of growing rice. Nobody had ever heard of such a method before.

"The farmers in the prince’s manor have never tried the warming greenhouse method of seedling cultivation, and they may not grasp certain details. If possible, could the young lady visit the manor more often?" After spending time with Lin Ziyin, Hei Yi deeply respected her.

"Amitabha, the monks at Ding’an Temple are also not proficient in this method. I’ll surely bother the young lady to come by more often," Master Hui Lian from Ding’an Temple stated. Seeing the significance of the situation and Lin Ziyin’s technique, Master Hui Lian decided he must convince the temple’s host to increase the acreage for rice cultivation as soon as he returned.

Concerned about the seedling cultivation work at the two houses, Lin Ziyin conveniently agreed to their requests.

Under her careful guidance, seeds were sown in the greenhouses at the three locations a week later, keeping Lin Ziyin busy. She would visit the three areas whenever she had some free time.

The Northern Land in April became more pleasant—the temperature was on the rise, rare stray snowflakes on certain days, but indeed, the winter in this land was extraordinarily long, almost half a year.

With the weather becoming warmer, Lin Ziyin gave the villagers a half-day break, urging people to seize this opportunity when the ground was damp to plant corn.

"Boss, what’s this?" The villagers earnestly asked her when they received several pounds of corn.

"Corn, a new high-yield grain variety," replied Lin Ziyin, "Corn can not only be consumed as food but also used to make various types of snacks. It’s a crop that could potentially replace wheat."

"That’s amazing!" The villagers rejoiced. When they saw the big bags of corn being carried away by Hei Yi and the monks, everyone agreed without question, "Then we need to grow a lot more."

"There isn’t enough seed for everyone to plant more" joked a local.

Indeed—all of the corn harvested in the previous season had been distributed by Lin Ziyin. Some was given to Chu Suifeng’s manor, some to Ding’an Temple, and finally to the villagers and her own land.

Each villager received enough seeds for just two acres of land. They wouldn’t get more even if they asked. Despite this, the villagers greatly praised Lin Ziyin’s generosity.

"Chug chug chug." There were three tractors coming from the road.

"Heavens! The tractors are moving!" someone shouted in surprise, pointing at the approaching tractors.

Cun Da, Long Feishou, and Hong Zhong, behind the wheel of the tractors, were approaching with grins plastered on their faces. They had practiced before, but this was their first time actually going out on the road. Many of the villagers who worked in the fields every day had never seen something like a tractor before.

When the villagers saw the iron beast had actually started moving, they were all so astonished they were left speechless.

"My word! How much wasteland can these tractors plough through in a single day?" someone exclaimed.