Luo Chong nodded when he heard this. It was just as he had said: the Han Tribe's staple grains were rice, wheat, millet, and sorghum. Corn was a miscellaneous grain and could only be stored for three years, so it did not count as a staple. Peanuts and soybeans were oil crops, while also being used for supplementary foods, so they did not count either. Sorghum could technically be considered a staple, but its flavor and texture were inferior to those of rice and wheat flour, so for now it was only used to make liquor.
Of these shelled staple grains, rice had the highest yield per mu, so it was planted the most. However, every step of transplanting rice seedlings in the Han Tribe still relied on manual labor, making it inefficient. If they could develop a practical rice transplanter, it would absolutely be a great achievement benefiting both the country and its people. It was indeed worthy of a reward.
Besides, the Power Research Institute in Xingang Commandery was also developing all kinds of agricultural machinery. Such a person would likely be exactly the kind of talent they needed, so Luo Chong asked, "What's your name?"
"Me? My name is Yang Dashan. Why are you asking? You're not planning to report me, are you? Little brother, you can't do that. You just promised to keep this secret."
Yang Dashan immediately widened his eyes and looked warily at Luo Chong, as well as the two sturdy men who had entered with him, long sabers hanging from their waists.
"What are you shouting for? Why are you so nervous? I'm just asking you a few questions. Can you read? Can you write? How many characters can you write?" Luo Chong gave Yang Dashan a disdainful look before asking again.
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