The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

Wang Wang looked at the back of the little guy's disappearance, and inexplicably poured a bit of weirdness into his heart. He turned his head and glanced at Liu’s **** coldly.

Liu’s **** slammed his neck: “The slaves smashed.”

The king once again looked at the little guy, but unfortunately, even the figures could not be seen.

Jing Yun took his sister into the alley between the houses and put away the slingshot: "Sister is not crying, I have already beat the bad guys."

Wang Shu nodded his nose and sucked his nose.

Jingyun took out the mother-in-law’s prepared son and helped her sister snoring: “Is it still hurt?”

"It doesn't hurt." Wang Shu said with a sigh.

Jing Yundao: "Don't tell the girl about this incident, the mother is very hard, we don't want her to worry anymore, my brother will protect you."

Wang Shu nodded.

"Go, go to the grandmother's house to eat." Jingyun took up his sister, took a small hand and went to Luo's house.

Qiao Wei is very busy every day, and has to get up early to make snacks. He has to go to the town to deliver the goods. When he comes back, he has to farm and make preserved eggs. He is busy with his feet. The children’s lunch is eaten at Luo’s house. .

Spring is the time when farming is busy. It is reasonable to say that Luo Auntie is not empty. It’s a coincidence that Luo’s body is not planted. Luo’s body is not good, and farming can’t be done. He’s found a job in the county. Not fat, but after so many years, Mingli secretly fished oil, it is still much better than farming.

In the Daliangchao, the males who are 18 years old can each be divided into forty acres of land. If the woman is not married, the score is less than the field. If she is married, she can get 20 acres for her husband. It is no wonder that the daughter who is married is splashed. Going out of the water. It was useless to have a daughter born, and I couldn’t share it. When I was married, I could divide it, but I gave it to my husband’s family.

Sad, sad!

In Luojia, Luo Dashu forty, Luo Yongzhi forty, Luo Auntie 20, Cuiyun twenty, a total of 120 acres, but really less than 20 acres of their own, the rest, let others go Kind, they took some meager rent from it.

Farming is very hard. In ancient times, there was no mechanized farming tools. It relied on people and cattle. The output could not go up. In terms of rice, modern super hybrid rice can reach more than 1,000 kilograms per mu. The rice in the Taihu Lake Basin has a yield of 138 kg per mu; Song Dynasty, 225 kg; Ming Dynasty, 333 kg; Daqing 28 kg.

The production level of the Daliangchao, which is not in history, is about between the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. In the case of the harvest, the mu production capacity is 180 kilograms. In the case of a wilderness, 50 kilograms is good, and no grain is possible. of.

At the thought of this, Qiao Wei couldn't help but pinch the cold sweat for his ten acres of high-pitched sorghum, sorghum and sorghum, you can get a chance, give me a few hundred pounds...

On the 15th of March, the first batch of preserved eggs matured. "It happens to be a private holiday on this day. The old show will not tell the young lady. He is because the young master and the young lady are on leave, only to put everyone down!"

So little young and young lady don't have to drop out of class, he is just too smart!

Qiao Wei took the egg and the child, and took the embroidered carriage to the record.

Rong Bo couldn't wait, the carriage just stopped, and he walked over the meteor: "Little Joe Wow! Is my egg better? Give it to me! I can't live without it!"

Qiao Wei’s body is a trembling. Can you talk so ambiguously...

Jingyun and Wang Shu jumped off the carriage, politely summoned a voice, and the boss liked the kid who was so cute and sensible. He was much better than the little **** of his chicken flying dog. The most important thing is that It’s so beautiful!

He happily squeezed his face: "True! There is fried fruit at the counter, go eat it!"

The two looked at Qiao Wei with a big eyes, until Qiao Wei nodded, and then went happily.

Qiao Wei handed a can of preserved eggs to Rong Bo.

The "rice shell" of preserved eggs has been cleaned by Qiao Wei, and the wax is wrapped one by one to enhance the preservation time.

After the boss personally counted the inventory, his mouth was awkward and dissatisfied: "How come fifty? I have waited for you for a month, you will pay such a good thing to fool me?"

Qiao Wei smiled: "This is the first batch. You should look at it first and sell it well. I will have it later."

Rong Bo said: "Definitely good to sell! You put my things here, how many times have you not sold? You just do more, how much I do, how much I will collect, one will sell you without leaving!"

Qiao Wei smiled and said: "I am relieved if I have the boss."

Rong Boss let Xiaoliu take the preserved eggs, and must be put away, one must not be broken, and sit with Qiao Wei for a while, said: "For Xiao Qiao, you can still remember that the total come to the store. Planning a snack for the capital?"

“Do you say Apricot?” In the impression of Qiao Wei, there is only one that will “get far away” to buy snacks.

Rong boss was surprised: "Do you still know her name?"

Qiao Wei said: "Listen to her, what happened to her?"

Rong Bo smiled: "She hasn’t had a snack recently, she wants to loose the eggs!"

"How does she know the pineapple?" The voice fell, and Qiao Wei remembered what happened. She sent a basket of loose flowers to the meditation. Probably his grandmother liked it, and the Emperor’s daughter would vote for it. Procured up.

Rong boss shrugged: "I don't know how she knows, anyway, she wants, I promised her."

Qiao Wei’s smile faded: “How much did you tell her?”

"I haven't said it yet, but I'm going to sell her two hundred ones! How? Great?" Rong boss proudly blinked.

Qiao Wei sneered a smile: "How is the two hundred texts enough? At least 500 words?"

Rong Boss sipped his tea in his throat. Did he not hesitate? Five hundred texts? The cost price of a duck egg is only two! Is this gold or silver? So expensive? !

Qiao Wei was careless: "The owner of her family has a lot of money, don't say five hundred words, that is, five hundred and two, it is not in the words. You do not slaughter this fat sheep, have you left the Dragon Boat Festival?"

She came to the air when she thought of the money that Enbo had bought gold for her.

Rong Bo was able to listen to the point, and looked at Qiao Wei deeply. She came to her and said: "Joe girl, you are not going to have a hatred with others? I said that you are too... what? How is the pattern so small? Where is the five hundred texts? At least five or two!"

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Hahahaha, cute boss!

【Note】

About the per-mu yield of the Taihu Lake in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties recorded in this chapter, from the Chinese Agricultural Heritage Research Office, Mr. Zong Zongdian published the paper "Discussion on the yield of rice in the Taihu Lake region during the Song and Ming Dynasties". The average yield per capita of the Taihu Lake Basin in the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties Data - 138 kilograms per mu in the Tang Dynasty; 225 kilograms per mu in the Song Dynasty; 333 kilograms per mu in the Ming Dynasty; 28 kilograms per mu in the Qing Dynasty.

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