He Zhiran suddenly thought of what her sister-in-law had just said, that the two babies were heaven's blessing to the Mo Family.
Since this was the case, why not use the word "blessing" to name the children?
After thinking for a moment, she spoke: "Since everyone feels that Zhu and Mingzhu are heaven's blessings, why don't we call Zhu Tianci!
As for Mingzhu, let's call her Jing'en."
Tianci did not need much explanation, it was literal in meaning, he was the treasure that heaven had bestowed upon the Mo Family.
The dispute over Jing'en was a little bigger.
"Sister-in-law, why is she called Jing'en?" the second sister-in-law asked.
"Jing refers to a woman's slender figure, graceful demeanor, and also means talent and brilliance. I hope Mingzhu will grow up to be a beautiful, graceful and talented woman.
The En character combined with Zhu's Ci character means that these two siblings fully embody the meaning of heaven's blessings." He Zhiran explained the reason for the names.
Hearing her explanation, everyone praised:
"Ninth Sister-in-Law is really knowledgeable, the names she picked for the babies are meaningful and pleasant sounding."
"That's right, Tianci, heaven's blessing, Jing'en, beautiful, graceful and brilliant."
The sisters-in-law kept praising the good names the two babies were given, and Old Lady Mo also highly approved.
"Good names, Zhu will be called Tianci, and Mingzhu will be called Jing'en. Tomorrow when your eighth brother gets promoted, have him help register these little ones in the household register."
Although He Zhiran had come up with the names for the twins on the spur of the moment, she was very satisfied with them herself. Her children didn't need extravagant names, as long as the meaning was good and they were pleasing to say.
After the one month celebration banquet, of course the guests and hosts had a delightful time. As people gradually left, it was finally Tang Mingrui's time to lead.
During the meal, others were praising how delicious the corn was, while he alone thought differently, pondering over matters of cooperating with the Mo Family corn business.
Although Meng Huaining was not as exaggerated as Tang Mingrui, he too had been thinking about the corn for a long time.
Now that the two babies were full, they would not look for their mother, and had long been held by their aunties to dote on.
Mo Jiuyue and He Zhiran had long noticed that Meng Huaining and Tang Mingrui were absent-minded, so after sending off the last wave of guests, the couple summoned them to their own yard.
At this time, it was the season of crisp autumn air, and the outside temperature was very pleasant. Several people sat under the grapevine arbor in the yard.
The grapes had ripened, and He Zhiran had not gone out for a month, so she had not noticed.
The yard was planted with ordinary wild grapes, but because they were produced in the space, the fruit was a little bigger than wild mountain grapes.
Even so, they were still sour enough to pucker one's mouth. If not for this, Mo Jiuyue would have called people to come pick them long ago.
He personally felt that the grapes were too sour to eat, so rather than picking them and having them go to waste when no one ate them, it was better to leave them on the vines as ornamentation.
But He Zhiran did not think this way. She felt that these wild grapes were best for making wine.
In her previous life, she had only seen others use wild grapes to make wine, and had not tried it herself. So she did not plant many wild grape vines.
Now that the grapes were ripe, He Zhiran's mind became lively.
She wanted to use the wild grapes in everyone's yard to try making some wine. If it succeeded, next spring she would plant large amounts of wild grapes in the mountains.
It seemed this matter had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible too.
This kind of wild grape was not unfamiliar to Meng Huaining and Tang Mingrui. Generally, families with some means would plant some in their backyard, for the purpose of using them as shaded arbors in summer.
The two were also aware that wild grapes were very sour, and assumed the Mo family had not picked them simply because they were not palatable, so they did not pay much attention.
After sitting down, Meng Huaining and Tang Mingrui spoke at almost the same time.
"Ninth brother, Ninth sister-in-law, you won't go back on your word about selling corn seeds to the government, right?"
"Ninth brother, Ninth sister-in-law, this corn can make big money, you won't not do this business, right?"
The two's words made Mo Jiuyue and He Zhiran laugh.
Now that He Zhiran was out of postpartum confinement, business matters were naturally handled by her, since Mo Jiuyue did not have a wife's skills and brains.
After laughing for a while, He Zhiran spoke: "Rest assured, we won't go back on a promise."
Seeing He Zhiran say this, the two almost simultaneously stood up and cupped their fists, "Then thank you Ninth Brother and Ninth Sister-in-law."
"We plan to personally take people to harvest the corn tomorrow. The price will be determined after the yield per mu is finalized, don't be impatient.
Besides, whether corn is used for seeds or ground into cornmeal, it needs to be dried before it can be processed. Fresh corn can only make a limited variety of foods.
For example, the puffed corn and one pot dish eaten today use fresh corn..."
At this time, Meng Huaining and Tang Mingrui simply could not listen to He Zhiran's explanation. All they wanted to know was when they could buy the corn produced by the Mo family.
Especially Tang Mingrui, his eyes were full of the endless business opportunities corn would create. The sooner he got it, the sooner he could earn silver.
"Ninth sister-in-law, how long does it take to dry the corn?"
For this yield per mu, it was normally calculated based on the weight of the dried, shelled corn.
Especially since the Mo family corn had not been harvested yet, He Zhiran really could not estimate it.
However, based on the harvests in the space, the yield per mu of dried corn could reach 1,800 catties.
But that was after all the space, growing it outside, He Zhiran did not dare guarantee such a high yield.
In order to give Meng Huaining some peace of mind, after thinking for a moment, He Zhiran said: "If I estimate correctly, the corn yield per mu should be between 1,300 and 1,500 catties."
"What? Ninth sister-in-law, you said the corn yield per mu can reach 1,300 to 1,500 catties?"
Meng Huaining was no longer calm, he excitedly stood up, his words shaking.
It must be known that the government's purpose in buying corn seeds was for the common people to be able to grow high-yielding grain crops.
Even if the common people planted a lot of corn, with their frugal nature, they would not casually use it to make things like puffed corn and one pot dish like the Mo family did. Most people would choose to grind it into cornmeal to serve as the staple for their family.
