Xu Ping's work in his previous life was related to agriculture and knew more clearly about peanuts. Although there is also a saying that China is one of the origins of peanuts, it is just a saying and it cannot be true. Moreover, the peanuts that Xiuxiu took out now, let alone Kaifeng in the Song Dynasty, even America in the Song Dynasty. This is obviously a Shandong large peanuts popular in northern China after long-term domestication and variety improvements!

Xiuxiu didn't pay attention to Xu Ping's expression, put the bag on the ground, and held the peanuts in front of Xu Ping: "It's delicious, you can try it."

Xu Ping's hands were trembling, and he gently picked up one, and it took him a long time to peel it open. Looking at the two familiar big peanuts in the shell, Xu Ping's voice trembled: "Where did this come from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Xiuxiu laughed in a low voice and said, "I planted it at my family! You are a wealthy family. Peanuts are eaten by us poor people. It is normal that you have never seen them."

Xu Ping put the peanuts into his mouth, which was raw and was no different from the taste of his previous life.

Xiuxiu said again: "This is the seed left at home. Our family is poor, and this is the best thing. I came out of my family and brought this. I won't be disgusted by the officials, right?"

"How could it be?" Xu Ping replied casually.

The peanuts have long become very dry, and they are tedious to bite, with a hint of sweetness. To be honest, raw peanuts taste nothing, and what remains in my memory is the fragrance of fried peanuts.

After swallowing the peanuts in his mouth, Xu Ping asked Xiuxiu casually: "Why don't you stir-fry it? It tastes bad that it tastes raw."

"Ah! How to fry it?" Xiuxiu looked confused.

Xu Ping remembered the era he was in. The glorious Chinese cooking technology in later generations had just begun to mature, and it would take a hundred or two years to reach the peak of Chinese cuisine. Although the concept of stir-frying is now, it is actually fried most of the time. In contrast, cooking oil is very simple. Not to mention using peanut oil, even the most common soybean oil has not developed. Most of the people used are sesame oil.

If you are not used to stir-frying food, peanuts are really only snacks for the lower class. Raw peanut kernels have no taste and have to be peeled off, which is too troublesome for high-ranking officials.

Xu Ping looked at the peanuts that Xiuxiu held in his hand and sighed heavily. This world is definitely not the Song Dynasty in his previous life, so where is this place? This peanut comes from the world of his previous life. You must know that there are too many chances and coincidences for the domestication and improvement of varieties. Even if the same original species is used, different worlds will not domesticate the same planted varieties.

His thoughts were in a mess. Could it be that this world has a channel to the previous life? Otherwise, how could he come here? How could he have crops from the previous life?

Xiuxiu didn't know what Xu Ping was thinking. Seeing him dazed there, he stopped touching the things in his hands. He wrapped the floral cloth awkwardly and whispered: "It turns out that the officials are coaxing me. How could officials like this kind of food that poor people eat?"

As she said that, her eyes turned red.

After all, Xiuxiu is still a child who is less than ten years old. She suddenly leaves her parents and cannot go back from now on. How could she not feel panic? She brought out the peanuts she kept for the seeds at home, and left a good impression on the owner and did not suffer too much.

This thought was in vain after all.

Xu Ping suddenly woke up and grabbed the floral bag in Xiuxiu's hand: "Give me all these, I'm useful!"

Xiuxiu looked at Xu Ping blankly, not knowing what he meant, but after a while, she whispered: "Actually, there are still some in my family..."

Xu Ping could no longer listen, just thinking that peanuts suddenly appeared in this world, would there be other crops? Where did it come from? Will there be people coming from that world like themselves?

What to do in the future?

That night, Xu Ping was drowsy and couldn't even remember how he ended the conversation with Xiuxiu. He returned to bed in a daze and had all kinds of nightmares.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone in, Xu Ping opened his eyes.

He finally figured it out. The so-called panic is just a desire hidden deep in his heart. So what if you travel to a new world? You should kill all directions, rise up strongly, and start a brilliant and brilliant life? He was just a little person in his previous life, so how could he be sure that he was the pride of heaven in this world?

Facing the bright sunshine, Xu Ping took a deep breath. In fact, ordinary life also has ordinary fun. In this new world, why not continue your career? At least, his situation in this world is much better than his previous life. He has a wealthy family, spoiled parents, and the current relatively relaxed social environment and a blank career prospect.

Xu Ping's previous life was a major in agricultural machinery and a master's degree. After graduation, he entered an agricultural machinery station in a small mountain county and worked as an ordinary civil servant. There were very few people in the agricultural machinery station. Until he came to this world, Xu Ping did not know how many people his unit was in. Anyway, he and an old webmaster were the only ones who worked, and no one else had seen him go to work at the station.

Although he was a little tired of work, Xu Ping was still very enthusiastic. After all, it was not easy to find a professional and stable job.

The old webmaster was a technical secondary school student in a special period. He had a weird personality and was rigid in his work, but his decades of work experience were real. He taught Xu Ping a lot of things, and the two got along well.

Their industry has retreated for twenty years since the 1980s, and those twenty years were the time when the old webmaster was in his prime. It is conceivable that the old webmaster complained. People who complained had bad tempers and were not liked by their leaders, thus forming a vicious cycle.

The old webmaster is about to retire, and I hope to evaluate a competent retirement benefit. There must be a paper for evaluating professional titles. This is not what the old webmaster is good at, so Xu Ping volunteered to take over this job.

This incident became Xu Ping's nightmare.

He really wanted to help the old webmaster, and he worked harder than his graduation thesis. The topic he chose was the best operating area and method for agriculture in their area.

As we all know, China is too large and has a particularly complex environment, which includes almost all the agricultural environments in the world. China has a large population, so ensuring grain output is an inevitable choice. The evaluation indicator he used is also grain yield. It concluded that the best way to operate is a family farm, with the best operating area of ​​about 200 acres. With the development of technology, this area may expand. This is a normal conclusion. They are mountainous areas and densely populated. Even in developed countries, except for North America, South America, Australia, and even Europe, family farms are mainly used.

Although it was also specifically stated later that if the evaluation indicators are different, such as economic benefits as priority, there will be different results, it is not discussed in detail.

Later, the county's leader in charge of agriculture found out, so he asked to add his name. It's nothing. Anyway, the paper can be signed by several people, and it is also important to establish a good relationship with the leader. But after reading the paper, the leader called him over and insisted on changing the conclusion. The reason was high-sounding. Don't you know that the country is promoting land transfer? Don't you know that the future of agriculture is scale mechanization? Scientific research needs to adapt to the general trend, so how can we move against the historical trend?

Xu Ping finally abandoned the project and re-engineered a miniaturization project of mountain agricultural machinery, helping the old webmaster to evaluate his professional title. Unexpectedly, the county leaders found someone to change his paper, compiled the data and changed the conclusion, and sent it out in his own name.

This incident deeply taught Xu Ping what politics is. What they want is not correct, what they want is recognition from the court. The process in between is irrelevant.

Xu Ping rubbed his eyes facing the sun and suddenly laughed.

He did a study in his previous life and said that it was the best place for family farms. Isn’t family farms just self-cultivated farmers? He actually sent himself to the Song Dynasty, which needed self-cultivated farmers the most. Well, my Song Dynasty was a rare dynasty in Chinese history that was unrestrained. Is this retribution?

Getting off the bed, Xu Ping yawned out of the door.

The sun just popped out from the horizon, glowing red and not dazzling.

Xu Ping rubbed his eyes and was about to wash his face. When he turned his head, he found Xiuxiu sitting at the door.

She sat on the steps, leaning against the corner of the wall, huddled together and slept soundly. The small old cloth bag was tightly held in her arms.

The morning sun shines on her face, and gold edges are drawn on her black hair. Her face is clear and nearly transparent, emitting a sacred brilliance.

I don’t know what kind of dream she had, but her expression was impatient and frightened. There were two tears in her eyes, but the corner of her mouth that was tightly pursed, revealing a hint of stubbornness.

Xu Ping was stunned there, as if he had just returned to the past and saw the girls walking out of the mountains coming to the city to find life, and just slept in the square of the railway station.

But Xiuxiu didn't come to work at Xu's house, she has been sold by her parents.

Seeing Xiuxiu sleeping here, Xu Ping remembered that this little girl was sent by her mother to take care of her, but she did not arrange a place for her to live.

The morning dew still hangs on the ends of her hair, emitting colorful light under the sunlight.

Xu Ping didn't know what to do for a moment. After thinking for a while, he returned to the house and took a coat, and came out to cover Xiuxiu gently.

When Xu Ping came back after washing his face, Xiu Xiu was awake, holding Xu Ping's coat and watching him at a loss.

Xu Ping smiled and said, "Why are you sleeping outside? There are still free rooms in this yard, so just clean up and live there."

"How did this make me? I am a servant." Xiuxiu said.

Xu Ping shook his head.

Xiuxiu suddenly said, "Oh, the sun is rising. The lady has instructed the officials to bring the food back for food. I'm going too late."
Chapter completed!