The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 221
Gu Dashu and Li Chu squatted beside them, grabbed some freshly fallen wheat grains from under the straw, looked at them, nodded and praised that the grains were big and plump.

Steward Wu came over to talk to them, "Miss said, whether the harvest is good or not is like this. If you want to plant winter wheat, you have to think about it. If you don't do it properly before freezing in winter, and there is not enough rain in spring, the harvest will definitely be poor."

Gu Dashu said, "That's the reason. You can't be greedy. God doesn't give you face, and no one will recruit you."

Li Chu agreed.

Steward Wu was reasonable after hearing what they said, so he said: "Miss said, if you two are thinking about planting, if there is anything you don't understand, feel free to ask."

Gu Dashu and Li Chu were a little flattered.Li Chu asked anxiously, "Really?"

Steward Wu: "Of course it's true. But the lady has something to say first, if the harvest is not good, you can't blame the lady for everything."

Li Chu smiled and said, "That's the reason, I can't complain."

When the people around heard it, they were ready to move, wanting to talk to Lizheng from their own village, but since Steward Wu was present, they could only do it in a hurry.

Manager Wu naturally noticed the expressions and reactions of the people, but he didn't say anything, just talking to Gu Dashu and Li Chu.

The wheat is harvested before dark, and about nine stones (read Dan) of wheat are harvested from ten acres of land.On average, the yield per mu is less than one stone (three catties), which is about 270 catties.Qing Shu felt that this figure was too low, but the agricultural officials and the farmers who watched the fun didn't think so, they thought it was about the same as the yield of the spring wheat they planted.

The agricultural official took the record book, danced and returned to the town, and decided to set off early in the morning and rush back to Jinyang City as soon as possible. While reporting to the prefect of Chen, he had to prepare a note to be handed over.

The men on the Zhuangzi carried the harvested wheat into the Zhuangzi, and stacked them bag by bag.If the weather is still fine tomorrow, they will pour out the wheat in the bag to dry.After dinner, the men closed the door of Zhuangzi and rested for more than an hour, then they all quietly came out, got together, spread the hidden unthreshed wheat stalks on the grain drying field in Zhuangzi, silently Throwing wheat with a stone roller.

They were in a hurry, eager to know the real harvest, so they couldn't help telling Manager Wu to work at night.After all, the sight at night is not good, so they rested at Haishi.When it was dawn, they all got up at the same time and continued with the unfinished work.By the time it was dawn, they had cleaned up the place, and the harvested wheat was weighed, and there were about one stone and four buckets.Everyone grinned and quickly hid the stone-rich wheat.

Manager Wu also had a smile on his face.In this way, the actual harvest is ten stones and four buckets, more than one stone per mu, which is equal to the output of spring wheat.This is the result of the first year of trial planting. Now that they have experience, when they plant again, if the emergence rate can be guaranteed, the yield can be increased.

A little boy came to shout for dinner, so Steward Wu yelled at the men to wash their faces and eat quickly, and they had to go to the field after eating.The young lady said that it is too late for the ten acres of wheat to be planted behind the wheat, and it will not be known until it has been planted.It doesn't matter if you fail, it is said that you can gain experience.

The new wheat came down, and after drying for a day, Qing Shu ordered someone to fetch a bag of new wheat to grind into flour.After the flour is well ground, Guanshi Wu and others said that the color is a bit dark, not as white as that of spring wheat.Qing Shu smiled, didn't comment on the color, just divided the flour into two, took half to the house in the town, and kept the other half to Zhuangzi.

The next day, both of them made white flour steamed buns to eat, and everyone who was a little disappointed by the color of the white flour became happy again, saying that the flour made from winter wheat was more delicious.Qingshu ordered Gu Qiang to send five catties to Baizhi County, Baifu, Shi's and Cheng's families, so that they could have a try.She can't give more.Before the farmer left, he said that at least three stones should be set aside for Dongmai Ancient Mansion to be sent to the capital.For the rest, the selected seeds should be reserved for seeds. There are not many that can be taken out and sold, and I am reluctant to eat them myself.

Under the puzzled eyes of the farmers, Zhuangzi completed a series of tasks such as fertilizing, plowing, and sowing ten acres of land in four days, and planted corn.Because it is a dry land, there is only a small stream nearby, which cannot be irrigated. When there is no rain, people can only rely on people to carry water to complete the important task of watering.In order to let the planted corn seeds germinate and grow as soon as possible, the men on the Zhuangzi picked up the poles and watered the ground.

After ten days, the corn that had been planted had broken through the ground, and the seedlings were growing well.But God has no face, and it hasn't rained.The joy on the faces of the farmers has faded, and they have to look at the sky every day, looking forward to the next rain.At the same time, everyone started to fetch water from the stream and water the fields bit by bit.The people in the nearby villages can only count on this small stream, which is not enough to grab water in times of drought.

Qingshu didn't let the people and farmers on the Zhuangzi grab water from the stream, but asked them to carry water from the well on the Zhuangzi to irrigate the field, and invited a well-drilling master to find a suitable place to dig a well on the field. Xing drilled three wells, and the wells were five to seven meters deeper than usual.

In this way, when watering the ground, there is no need to fetch water from a distance, just make a small canal for watering the ground, pump water from the well, pour it down, let it flow along the canal, and slowly flow into the furrow.In fact, this kind of watering method is very slow, very primitive, but the reality is that it saves the heavy physical work of carrying water, which is already very rare.

In order to reduce the hard work of bringing the water up, Qing Shu thought about it, thinking that some places in the well would be equipped with a reel, so he moved his mind.She vaguely remembered that Lulu was mentioned in one of the piles of agricultural books she collected, but the name was different, but the picture was undoubtedly Lulu.She asked Mr. Lu for help, and also called Qingyang and the housekeeper Gu Qiang. The four of them rummaged through the agricultural book, and it took half a day to finally find it.

Qing Shu sketched the image of Lulu with a few simple strokes, "That's it, find a carpenter to make it, and install it on the well, so that it will save a lot of effort to lift water."

After reading the written part, Mr. Lu stroked his beard, "There is no record of the method, where do you ask the craftsman to start?"

Qingshu said: "It's a very simple thing, isn't it?" Then he pointed out the outline of Lulu, "Here is the hand, and here is the main body of the rope. One end of the rope is fixed on the Lulu, and the other end has a hook. It is used to hook the wooden barrel. Shake it down, and the wooden barrel will be lowered and filled with water. Shake it up, and the wooden barrel filled with water will come up. Most craftsmen can probably do it, and it doesn’t seem too difficult to do.”

Mr. Lu looked again, "Even if it is done, will it be slower than bringing up buckets of buckets by manpower?"

Qing Shu thought for a while, "Maybe, but using it can make the people who carry the water less laborious. So much water is poured down, and people carry it up bucket by bucket. Even if everyone is taking turns to lift water, the hard-working people I can't stand it either!"

(End of this chapter)