Datang Nongsheng

Chapter 147 Harvest Joy

The golden rice ears rustled by the warm wind, and the rice leaves turn yellow, which reminds people that it is the harvest season.

Two round stone mills carved by masons were placed on the concrete floor of the peninsula. At this time, there was no harvester, so the rice needed to be shelled with stone mills. Wei Shuxie and Li Gongyan who came in a hurry stopped the preparation of harvesting the rice field. The farmers who come up to shell the new valley need a set of data, a set of data that can represent their achievements.

"Is everything ready?"

"Ready, brought from Chang'an, plus Lingnan, a total of four prepared."

"Have you finished measuring the land?"

"It's been measured, it's 280 mu in total."

"Okay, now let the farmers pick all the rice onto this concrete floor!"

Wei Shuxie took a visual inspection of the concrete land on the peninsula and found that it was quite large, but he didn't know how much rice would be produced from more than 5 mu of land.

"My lords, I think it's a little troublesome to find a few acres of fields and calculate an average value. It's a bit troublesome to get them all together." Since Wei Shuxie and Li Gongyan came here on horseback, harvesting rice Sun Xiangfu couldn't talk about the matter, so he could only speak in a persuasive tone from the sidelines.

"Then how can it be counted? It is His Majesty's explicit request to check the yield per mu of your new rice. This old man is acting according to the order. How can he not be dedicated?"

Wei Shuxie rejected Sun Xiangfu's proposal as soon as he stretched out his hand. Li Gongyan, who was holding a pen and paper to record, also nodded in agreement. Fortunately, Sun Xiangfu was not a courtier, otherwise, he should stay away from this place at this time to avoid suspicion.

Feng An specially summoned thousands of people to help harvest, and dozens of horse-drawn carts helped transport them. Within two hours, the rice on the Baiyun Lake peninsula was as high as a mountain, and only a small part of it was harvested. .

"This, this, why are there so many, there is not enough space."

"Let's beat out the millet first! This way the straw can be transported out first. I hope it won't rain in the next two days, otherwise the rice spread on the concrete floor will be washed into the lake by the rain, which will be cheaper for the fish in the lake. "

Seeing the mountains of rice, Sun Xiangfu misses the threshing machine of later generations, but unfortunately there is no such thing these days, so he can only grab the rice with manpower and whip it on the stake. Sun Xiangfu can't bear it after a few arms , he was worried that he would not be able to move his arm for the next few days, so he thought of a way and asked the craftsman to make a gear mixer out of hardwood. Although it had to be shaken by hand, it was much easier than whipping. You can shake it with two hands.

Then, soon, everyone found that the warehouses built in advance were not enough. In fact, Sun Xiangfu had no intention of keeping all the rice in Lingnan at all.

"How much did you weigh today?"

"[-] million catties." Li Chunfeng, who was fiddling with his calculations, replied without even thinking about it.

"Uh, at this speed, we still have a few days to work!"

Sun Xiangfu's estimate of the yield is relatively accurate. If he weighed it just after typing it out, he is confident that the yield per mu should be around 3000 catties, because there is still a lot of water in the rice, and it needs to be exposed to the sun for a day or two. It can only be put into storage, and if the wet weight is calculated, the 6000 mu of land should produce more than 1000 million catties of rice, and more than [-] million catties of rice can be harvested in one day, and it will take four or five days to harvest.

"Actually, I don't need to finish the weighing. I also know that the yield of the rice you planted must be more than eight stones per mu. However, even if the figure on the paper is one catty more, the old man is also witnessing an unprecedented record. So, don't be careless." .”

As Li Gongyan said, he was still walking on the road to transport the rice. He wanted to have people pick up all the ears of rice that fell on the ground, for fear that the final data would be a little bit missing.

"Okay, you two just guard the rice hill! I'm going to prepare meals for everyone."

During the busy farming season, everyone was exhausted. Sun Xiangfu had people prepare a lot of meat in advance. In addition, he also took out two bags of refined salt from Shen Tuyong two days ago and added them to the meals. Let everyone eat more vigorously.

In this way, after five days passed, all the rice had been punched out and piled up on the peninsula as high as a mountain. When Wei Shuxie reported the weight of the last stone of millet, Li Chunfeng quickly recorded the weight of each grain in the record book. The figures at the end of a page were rounded up to a very large eight-figure figure.

"Six thousand five ninety twenty-eight thousand and two hundred fifty-two catties."

"Six, more than 6000 million catties?" Wei Shuxie asked with trembling lips.

Li Gongyan's condition was not much better than him, with old eyes, he repeatedly stared at the set of numbers written by Li Chunfeng.

As for Feng An, Feng Zhidai and others, they only opened their mouths and laughed silently.

"Li, Daoist Li, do the math, how many stones does this equal to the yield per mu?"

Li Chunfeng, who was equally astonished, didn't need to do any calculations after hearing Wei Shuxie's request, so he wrote a number of ten stones and three on the paper.

"Three stones per mu, three stones per mu, my God!"

Wei Shuxie's voice became thinner, and Li Gongyan's tears flowed from his eyes. With this rice, the people of Tang Dynasty no longer have to worry about food.

"Hurry up, get the note, the old man wants to write a memorial, and send it to Chang'an in eight hundred miles..."

Wei Shuxie excitedly beckoned the clerk at the side, turned around and picked up the pen and ink that he had just recorded, as if there were thousands of words at the moment, and he would be unhappy if he didn't write them out.

The people helping the harvest immediately turned into a sea of ​​joy after receiving Feng An's announcement in dialect. They held up the agricultural tools in their hands and began to sing and dance.

In the whole scene, Sun Xiangfu, who was the only one who could keep calm, was silently calculating a set of data in his heart. The wet weight per mu was ten stones and three, so after drying, it was about nine stones, and after shelling, it was almost six stones. , but it is about [-]-[-]% higher than the planting record in the Northern Song Dynasty. Half of the credit is due to the abundant fertility of the paddy lake and swamp.

Therefore, even if ordinary people plant this kind of rice, even if they follow his method completely, the yield per mu should only reach about four or five shi of rice.

One mu of rice yields more than 700 catties of rice, which is still far behind the output of ordinary rice in later generations, not to mention compared with hybrid rice. This data is nothing to be proud of for a graduate student from an agricultural university. , even a shame, but how to increase this output again?

This may require Sun Xiangfu to do a lot of work to get out many things that are not available in this era, which requires a relatively systematic planting research and development, and it is not so easy to create inventions in this era, just Wangjiang Tower Sun Xiangfu spent nearly a hundred guan on the design of a faucet, and finally solved the sealing problem with isinglass, not to mention some glass container equipment. After making this thing, there will be a series of consequences. If the control is not good, it will be troublesome. very big.

Just as he was wandering, Sun Xiangfu suddenly felt a strong force lift him up, it turned out to be Feng An, and then he was thrown into the air by the cheerful people.

"Day, people in this era also celebrate in this way of throwing people?"

Sun Xiangfu, who was thrown into the air, was caught by many palms before he could complain, and then he was thrown into the air again, and he found himself being thrown higher and higher.

It turned out that everyone wanted to push him up a high grain pile.

"The old man wants to paint, quickly get the drawing paper."

No child born in an aristocratic family knows the art of painting. Although Li Gongyan is not a famous calligrapher and painter, his level of painting is not bad. Soon, he began to splash ink and paint.

Sun Xiangfu who was pushed to the top of the grain pile was very excited because it was too high.

Looking at the expectant eyes of Feng An, Feng Zhidai and others, he knew that it was time for him to say a few words to everyone.

"Simple Lingnan people, this is a victory for all of us."

After Sun Xiangfu said this sentence, Feng An immediately yelled it out in dialect, fearing that his father's physical strength was not enough, Feng Zhidai used a louder voice to translate this sentence to the barbarians again.

"No matter how good a rice seed is, it needs manpower to cultivate it, so let us become more industrious! Plant these rice seeds all over our homes."

Sun Xiangfu knew that he couldn't speak politely to these barbarians, they wouldn't understand, so he tried to speak in words they could understand.

After Feng Zhidai translated Sun Xiangfu's words again, the people of the barbarians once again burst into cheers.

This year, the land of Lingnan is not limited to only Sun Xiangfu's rice fields. Sun Xiangfu's first batch of breeding alone has 60 million mu, which requires big guys to harvest together. Therefore, in the coming days, these barbarian people still have Sun Xiangfu wanted them to fall in love with this feeling of harvest, so a grand banquet was held in Baiyun Lake Peninsula to celebrate the harvest.

Several dances that were prepared to be performed for the emperor after they arrived in Chang'an were also danced by boys and girls. Not to mention, Lingnan people quickly accepted this simple art form. A lot of people think they can dance, so they leave the stage one after another, and the butt bumping dance is also the same. The Yimin who usually wear less clothes and have a more open atmosphere are very happy.

And all of this was recorded by Li Gongyan with a brush.

"This painting is so good, it should be mentioned as a poem to fully express the joy of this place."

Feng An saw Li Gongyan's upcoming painting and praised it loudly.

"Hehe, when it comes to poetic talent, Zhengming is the one who writes the best Chinese among us. Last year in Chongyang, he got a wife with a single poem!" Wei Shuxie came over to jokingly say after finishing writing the memorial .

"Yes, yes, let Zhengming write poems for this old man's painting! Without him, there would be no harvest like today."

Li Gongyan finally finished his pen and looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.

After a while, Sun Xiangfu, who was slowly pushing through the crowd, was pulled to the table by Feng Zhidai. Li Gongyan handed the brush to him, and he knew what it meant.

On the painting paper, all kinds of Lingnan people of different sizes are laughing and jumping around the tall grain piles. On the grain piles, Sun Xiangfu is waving his hands and speaking in high spirits. Vivid, seeing this painting, people can intuitively think of the scene.

"Hehe, I'm writing my humble work, I'm afraid that this good painting will be spoiled." Sun Xiangfu admired the painting for a while, with a humble mouth, and he was already carefully recalling the poems celebrating the harvest in his mind, but it's really hard to remember them all. many.

"It's okay, poetry comes from your heart, you can write whatever you want." Li Gongyan said very generously.

"That would be a shame."

Since he said to write casually, Sun Xiangfu will give him a slightly modified "Harvest Music"!

I saw him writing with pen and ink,
"In summer, the ears of rice are yellow, and the fragrance intoxicates my hometown.

Busy and tireless, grabbing the seeds is long.

Singing with all my strength, laughing with exhaustion.

Fengchang rewards sweat, and the wine is fragrant at the annual feast. "

As soon as the pen was finished, the crowd immediately gathered around.

"A good poem is full of emotion and scene!"

Li Gongyan was the first to praise, Wei Shuxie also nodded in praise, and Feng An kept in mind what Sun Xiangfu said about busy harvesting and rushing to plant. As long as he can continuously provide rice for Datang, why worry about him The descendants of the clan cannot be rich and prosperous.

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