Kuai Chuan Teaches You To Be a Man

Harvesting rice is a more test of skill than digging potatoes. The Yamen recruited the most experienced farmers from several nearby townships early in the morning. These people were selected under pressure, and they were notified to arrive in advance a few days before the harvest. Chen Xiang, and before leaving, the village has been trained.

It's a good thing to say that you don't have to manage your family's fields, the village will arrange it, and you can get subsidies when you go to work.

But don't think that this job is easy, the prefects and county magistrates are watching, and the yacha is also waiting, waiting to send the rice you harvested to threshing, how much work you do is seen by others, usually in the countryside It's okay to be lazy. If you dare to be lazy or do your work badly at this time, even if there are a lot of officials and lords, the village will punish you!

If you can't do it, say it now, if you have time to change people, don't wait for something to go wrong and then make excuses, there will be no excuses at that time.

Such exhortations can be found in all townships. The old farmers came here with all their strength, and they all tried to show their faces in front of their parents. On the day before the harvest, when I gathered them up, the townships were still reliable. The middle-aged man in his teens, not to mention very strong, looks tough and lean.

They held the sickle in an old-fashioned manner. Magistrate Jin was satisfied, and turned around to assure the Zhou Zhifu that there was no problem, and there would be no problem.

The next morning after eating a full meal, the rush to harvest began. Yu Xia felt the scorching sun outside, and immediately brought someone to boil the summer-relieving soup. The adults who went out in the scorching sun sent two bowls before greeting the old farmer to take a break, and they all came to drink a bowl.

Yu Xia boiled this summer-relieving soup that was a little cool at the entrance. It seemed that mint had been added. Lips, still unfinished.

"The sun is so hot! I almost got sunburnt just now, but after a bowl of soup, my spirits come back again, don't stop, let's go! Go to work!"

Originally, there were people who wanted to take a breath and watched others go to the fields again. They picked up their scythes and hurried to follow, for fear that they would be a little slower and let their parents remember and make their hometown suffer.

Everyone is rushing to do more than others. They don't count on their energy, and their movements are sloppy. They tidy up the harvested rice, and send it to the rice bucket by the yacha to beat and thresh it. After being cleaned, the straw is carried away in bundles, and the millet is picked and weighed.

Farmers generally count the yield per mu. They are busy drying them after harvesting, and only after drying can they have the time to weigh them. Dry grains are definitely lighter than wet grains.

Lord Zhou is amazing. He has finished drafting the memorial to the emperor. Just waiting for the weight to come out and transcribing the numbers can be sent to the capital quickly.

What is the final number? The average yield per mu is more than 900 kilograms. Master Zhou pointed to the grains scattered on the ground to indicate that there was loss in the process of harvesting and beating. If this part is converted, the yield of wet grains per mu will be 2,000 catties.

The old farmer in charge of harvesting was panting heavily beside him. They looked in the direction of Lord Zhou's finger, and there was really nothing scattered in the field. This millet bar has to be beaten to thresh, how much loss can it have during harvesting? There was an honest person who wanted to say that if it was 1990, it would not be 2000 plus the loss. The man was about to open his mouth when he was slapped by his fellow villager and told him to shut up.

The honest man choked for a moment and whispered, "Do you think there are hundreds of pounds scattered? I don't even think about it."

A fellow countryman flew over with a knife: "Just your eyesight is good? Everyone else is blind? Who doesn't know? Do you think it's good to report two thousand catties to the court or one thousand nine?"

"...Then if the imperial court sent someone to support it, wouldn't it be so heavy to support it?"

"It's all said to be 2,000 kilograms of wet grain, and it won't be lost after drying? Besides, adults won't add more? Oh, don't ask, just shut up!"

The honest man just closed his mouth, followed everyone to have a good meal, and received a subsidy from the yamen. He couldn't bear to go back to each township and prepare to blow it. Qiao Fulai came out with a purse and a happy face. He said that the harvest was good in the fields, he was happy, and sent a happy money to the villagers who came to help, so that everyone could take it back for a couple of drinks.

The pieces of silver that Qiao Fulai gave were one piece per person. He was so happy that he was chosen to help with the harvest. No matter how stupid his mouth was, he could say a few words of flattery. Can charge six times more! A full six times!

"I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't collected it myself! I can't believe it!"

"Earlier I said that the yield of this mu is more than 1,000 catties, but I didn't expect it to be 2,000 catties!"

"One mu of farmland earns 2,000 catties. Even after paying the tax, the whole family can eat white rice with an open belly, and they can't finish it if they die!"

"Master Qiao Xiaohou is really a living **** and a living Bodhisattva! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it if I heard anyone say, how can I collect so much? How can I collect so much in one acre of land?"

"Fortunately, I didn't sell the paddy field at home!"

The poor family said that their eyes were red, and they had to kneel down and kowtow to the Qiao family, saying that they were doing great deeds, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue! Saying that Qiaoyue can make the farmers have enough to eat is a great merit, and God will surely bring good fortune! Said that he is more capable than the bodhisattva in the temple, and even if he kowtows every year, he may not be able to get a good return.

When everyone has learned how to grow rice, farming is the best job in the world! Isn't it better than being a trader?

The Qiao family was already prepared, but they were still quite frightened. Qiao Fulai was so happy that he didn't know what to say. He listened to the old peasants praising Qiao Yue, and they praised him for being a father after they praised Qiao Yue. Well, teach such a capable son!

It is said that there is such a son who is stronger than anything else, stronger than the champion! Stronger than Lord Shang Shu and Prime Minister!

Someone from the Qiao clan came to join in the fun, and they nodded again and again when they saw it. They were going to open an ancestral hall and tell their ancestors the achievements of Qiao Fulai. The farmers in Chen Township have been chatting with each other, asking how to make the rice from more than 300 catties to 2,000 catties? Is it a different way? what is this else?

At this time, Qiao Yue was talking to Zhou Zhifu. He didn't have time to answer. Yu Xia held A Rong to the side. Seeing that the villagers were really curious, he solved everyone's confusion. , The rice seeds used in these several acres of land were cultivated by Qiaoyue hybridization.

"What is hybridization?"

Yu Xia could explain it clearly, but this concept would subvert the tradition, completely denying the addition of kisses. Others say that cousins ​​and cousins ​​are born to be a pair, and introducing this concept makes cousins ​​and cousins ​​crippled... This is not suitable for her to point out. Yu Xia smiled and said that women don't know much, they can't explain clearly, she only knows the biggest The difference is in the rice species.

"Then how do you sell this rice seed?"

"Yes! How do you sell rice seeds?"

"These few acres of land have been harvested with tens of thousands of catties. Can you weigh them for us?"

In Yu Xia's perception, hybrid rice should be produced every year, and how to sell the seeds may have to wait for a conclusion from the above discussion, and then the yamen will publish the list.

Although she couldn't give an exact statement, she still comforted the villagers. The seeds made this time are aimed at the local climate and are most suitable for planting near Linzhou. If Linzhou is to be promoted, it will definitely be the first pilot. As for other areas, it is necessary to know the number of days, sunshine, rainfall, etc. in the cold and summer days before choosing the appropriate parent. Therefore, it’s okay for outsiders to be anxious. Local farmers don’t need to be in a hurry. They just need to take care of their farmland and wait for the court’s notice.

Yu Xia said that others were always willing to listen, and after she finished speaking patiently, the local farmers put down their worries and concentrated on bragging.

It is said that I don't dare to think about such a thing. It is not a lot to collect more than 200 catties in inferior fields. Qiao Yue has collected 2,000 catties per mu of land!

To give birth to such a promising descendant, is really remembered by our ancestors!

Some people boasted that Qiao Yue was different when he was born, and he looked very different from other children!

"He was so sick that the doctor thought he was dead when he was born. Of course, it is different from other families."

"What nonsense! I tell you! Even if he is seriously ill, the first time I saw him, I knew that this child will definitely have great fortunes when he grows up, and he will be promising!"

"I don't know how the emperor will reward him this time!"

"Isn't it? The rice with a yield of more than 300 per mu can be turned over six times. I have not been willing to blink since the harvest, and I watched them weigh it, yes, no wrong, it is two thousand catties! "

At this time, Qiao Yue had already told Zhou Zhifu the information that hybrid rice was not easy to save directly, and reminded him to write in the memorial to the emperor, saying that seeds must be produced every year, and direct use of the second generation to save seeds would degenerate and reduce income. . At the same time, he also explained the suitable regional conditions for this seed to be planted, mainly in Linzhou, which is not suitable for blind promotion to other regions.

Qiao Yue also mentioned that when he was making seeds, what he pursued was the yield, not the taste. This rice should not taste as good as the royal rice, which should be understood.

Seeing that Zhou Zhifu had written down everything he said, Qiao Yue waved his hand and prepared to go back. Two bundles of rice that were harvested were not threshed. This was to be sent to the capital together with the memorial and presented to the emperor for his purpose. Just saying that Chen Xiang's rice yielded 2,000 catties per mu may not be believed by the officials of the imperial court. They showed them the ears of rice collected in the experimental field. Compared with the royal rice that was not threshed, it was actually very obvious.

The abundance of the ears of rice is completely different, the size and number of grains are also different, and the density of the field is very different... If you think about it, it is not surprising that the difference is six times.

Including the yamen in charge of threshing, including the old farmers in charge of harvesting, including the villagers who stood by from afar, they all went back to their respective homes to brag. Magistrate Jin is still living in a dream, Chen Township, this is Chen Township, which belongs to Chen Township under the jurisdiction of Kangping County. As a county magistrate, he personally witnessed the rice yield of 2,000 catties per mu. credit.

As for Zhou Zhifu, he felt that the manuscript he had originally written was not good enough. After sitting in command of a harvest, he felt that he could go back and polish it. He felt that he wanted to attach two small poems!

I also thought about adding more space, blowing the court, blowing the emperor, blowing Chen Xianghou Qiao Yue. Looking forward to the future, although it is said that these batches of rice seeds are only suitable for planting in Linzhou, it does not matter. Linzhou Tianduoduo was originally a grain-producing area, and it has been the granary of the world since last year.

According to Chen Xianghou, the yield here is 2,000 per mu, and the same seeds are given to farmers to plant. Because the care is not good enough, the harvest will be damaged, but it should be guaranteed to be three or four times the original.

The Zhou Zhifu he said could understand, how could the land of ordinary people be better than Chen Xianghou?

Three or four times is enough! In this way, if hybrid rice is planted in the entire Linzhou prefecture, the rice harvest in this prefecture can be several times higher than that in other prefectures. Not only can the land tax and rent be paid, but also the family can have enough to eat. As long as they work hard, they will not be hungry.

The rice was still drying, and the whole Linzhou was fried. Yu Zixiao was congratulated many times in the official school, and he learned that the yield of rice grown by his son-in-law had reached 2,000 catties per mu.

Yu Zixiao didn't believe it at first, and told his old friends not to believe in rumors.

People waved their hands again and again, saying that it was not a rumor, definitely not a rumor.

"This is what the people from the yamen said. It wasn't one or two people who were there on the harvest day. They all watched! It's true that there are two thousand!"

"Chen Xianghou has made a great contribution this time. The Zhou Zhifu has expedited 800 miles to send the memorial to Beijing, and went to ask for the credit! Brother Yu has won this good son-in-law, congratulations!"

After seeing everyone's promise that they could not be lied to, Yu Zixiao believed it. He was happy, but he didn't dare to get carried away. He also said that it is a good thing to produce 2,000 catties of rice per mu in Chenxiang. No fear of running out of food.

"Yeah, the treasury is full, the people have food in their homes, and the army is not short of food and pay. Such a good day is about to come true! This is all thanks to Chen Xianghou!"

Yu Zixiao waved his hand and said no, no, no!

It is a blessing from heaven! It's the emperor's credit! It's the court's work!

The yield of rice per mu has increased by six times, regardless of the fact that ordinary farmers or landowners would die of laughter. The only people who can’t laugh at it are those who sold paddy fields to buy more dry land.

Just from July, the price of paddy fields that had fallen before rebounded, and rose to the highest level after the imperial decree was issued. Now one acre of fertile land is about to be sold, and if you call twenty taels, someone will also want it.

However, he said that the news from Linzhou Prefecture was also frightening in the capital. The emperor knew it. He knew that Qiao Yue was tossing rice this year. When the rice was harvested, the emperor asked the **** who was serving close to him every day. Has the rice been harvested? Ask him how long does it take for good news to come?

The **** tried to fool him by changing his method, and he was almost unable to fool him. Eight hundred li from Linzhou rushed to Beijing and delivered two bundles of rice ears in an open box.

In fact, it has been dried during transportation. Although the weight is a little lighter, it seems that the impact is still strong. The emperor really asked people to find ordinary rice ears for comparison, and put the two bundles together to stand tall.

Read the memorial written by Zhou Chonglian again. It said that there were several acres of land for the experiment, and the harvest was about the same, with an average of 2,000 catties. During the harvest, the yamen did not block the surrounding area. Many farmers were watching at that time. Now the good news has spread all over the world. After arriving in Linzhou, the entire Linzhou government praised the emperor as a clean and honest officialdom under the rule of the emperor of the prosperous age, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Zhou Chonglian came out of the capital. He knew best what the emperor wanted to hear. When he picked up the pen, he was easy to blow. After he finished, he mentioned how hard Chen Xianghou had paid for these acres of land. He said that Linzhou was very hot this year, and farming It's not easy to say that as a prefect he just sits in the office to harvest and loses a layer of skin, not to mention that Lord Hou has to go to the field every day to see, and everything in the field cannot be separated from him.

With the ears of rice as proof, Zhou Chonglian was not afraid to blow his head to the capital and did not believe it, and the emperor did not believe it. He believed it and he believed it completely. Even if the memorial said that these acres of fields were carefully prepared, ordinary people could not achieve this harvest. Generally speaking, the yield per mu should be between 1,000 and 1,400, and the emperor died of laughter.

He read the memorial several times from beginning to end, and also asked the **** chief to recite it in the court, making the courtiers happy.

After I was happy, I made the decision and said that how to implement the theory mainly depends on Chen Xianghou, and gave him a lot of rewards. He also sent craftsmen to Linzhou to build construction for Qiaoyue to build Houfu, and encouraged him to continue to work hard to make more. high-yielding crops.

After the order was given and the reward was given out, the emperor sent elite soldiers to Linzhou to serve as Qiaoyue's command and to protect him. The queen was also unwilling to be lonely, and stepped in to give Qiao Yue's mother and his wife Chaopin's life.

For a while, the Qiao family had a series of happy events.

Hearing that his niece Chaopin had been appointed, Fang's face was ashen, and even the happy news from his son from Cenzhou could not make him happy. Compared with Qiao Yue's achievements, Yaozu's progress was too slow.

Mrs. Fang was angry, complaining that the injustice of the heavens and the gods allowed a sick child to make great contributions, but instead she failed a diligent and diligent scholar like her son!

Of course, it is not only the Cao family who doubt life, but also Qiao Yue's cheap son A Rong.

He let his stepfather's sentence "cousin and cousin are disabled" calm down!

Thinking back to the principle of crop hybridization that I learned in the last year, it really is! I should be lucky to think that he was born free of illness and pain in his last life, he was so lucky!

According to the stepfather, it is good for relatives to join a couple and have a sickly child, and it is not impossible for them to be born disabled.

Think about this, and then think about the scumbag who insists on fighting with his mother, and coaxes her to trick her into marrying her back home...

What resentment what?

It's fine if you have to marry, and it's not important to marry him back home, he's simply not a human being!