"Hmm, and it's the highest rank; when the Emperor sees it, he must return the courtesy," Wuu Anguo explained to Shamoke, noting that during this era, the Han Marquises still held considerable influence.
"You said he can increase the crop yield?" Shamoke also realized at this point that he'd likely offended someone, especially the one whose cow had been killed—he could only pretend he hadn't seen it.
"With your farming methods, even with cultivated soil, you can only yield one bushel per mu. I can make it yield three bushels," Qu Qi leaned out and said.
Those untrained Shanyue recruits behind Shamoke couldn't help but whisper at Qu Qi's words. After all, nothing is more reliable than growing grain; yielding one bushel per mu, minus seeds and no taxes, fifty mu would be enough for food, clothing, and necessities. Yielding three bushels, the Shanyue recruits couldn't even imagine how prosperous they would be.
