Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Zhou Rongrong doesn't even need to go to the fields. More than a dozen people rolled up their trousers and went to the fields. There were too many people and many people could only watch, the village chief said again.

"What are you watching? Madam Zhou's potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, and peppers have not been harvested yet. Are you letting Madam Zhou go alone to harvest them?"

"Oh, how can that be possible? Madam Zhou's hands are used for business, how can they be used for vulgar words? Let's go, sisters, and collect other things."

A woman working at Zhou Rongrong's house asked everyone to collect other things. Zhou Rongrong could only follow behind her and hand her some things, and she didn't help at all.

There is strength in numbers, isn't it? The three mu of land was all tidied up in less than an hour. Now everyone was stunned, not to mention the sweet potatoes and corn.

Just looking at the potatoes, when they were first harvested, everyone thought that the yield was about the same as that of sweet potatoes, because Zhou Rongrong said that they could be harvested in the same way as sweet potatoes.

As soon as I dug up the ground with the hoe, I felt something was wrong, as if I had dug up something. I didn't dare to use more force and could only dig up the top layer of soil.

When they pulled out the vines, they saw countless potatoes being brought out. This land was well taken care of by the Jiang brothers, and the potatoes had grown to be bigger than an adult's fist.

There were seven or eight potatoes growing on a vine, and some of them were still in the pit.

Just these five mu of land were filled with fifteen baskets of potatoes.

If the yield is one acre, wouldn't it be over a thousand kilograms? Zhou Rongrong actually read in books that the yield of potatoes is more than 2000 kilograms, and there are even cases of more than 3000 kilograms per acre.

Zhou Rongrong was not surprised at all about the output and was very calm.

But for the villagers in Dashan Village, their eyes widened. They had never seen anyone produce so much food with only five mu of land, but how could they eat it?

Granny Wang asked, "Rongrong looks like a sweet potato, one by one. Can we eat it the same way as a sweet potato? Can we roast it and cook it with potato rice?"

Zhou Rongrong nodded and said, "Yes, but you can also cut it into strips and stir-fry it. You can also braise chicken with potatoes, or roast spareribs. You can also slice it and stir-fry it with some chopped green onions. How about we try making a potato feast today?"

Granny Wang saw this new thing and said, "Okay, okay, but you have to tell me how to make it. Let's make some and everyone can try it. Then we can see if it's good. Let's plant it together with Rongrong."

Several women agreed and pointed at the village and shouted, "No, no, you women, how can you only know how to eat? With such a large yield, we should invite the mayor to come and have a look. Who knows, after the mayor sees the rice yield, the county magistrate will come to our village."

Zhou Rongrong: "Ah? I can't eat yet?"

The village chief said seriously: "You can't eat it. You can't eat it at all."

The rice was harvested while they were talking, Jiang Lao San shouted.

"Village chief, village chief, please come and take a look."

In order to prevent the rice ears from falling in Zhou Rongrong's family, every household brought bamboo baskets. One group of people cut the rice ears, and another group cut the rice stalks. They cut a handful of rice ears and tied them into the baskets.

The village chief ran over to take a look. The rice had not yet dried and still had moisture in it. However, it was filled to the 20th basketful, and each basket weighed 100 jin, which meant 2,000 jin in total.

"This, this, this, Rongrong, did you really meet a fairy?"

Zhou Rongrong didn’t know what to say.

"Uncle Zhou, this hasn't been shredded yet, and it hasn't been dried yet."

The village chief is so excited that he doesn't know where to put his hands and feet. He has never seen such a scene before. Let's not talk about him. Has anyone present seen such a scene before?

So many, so many? Many people rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and then counted them, and it was really as much as twenty baskets.

They all leaned over to look. If they hadn't seen it today, who would have believed it if they told others about it?

Zhou Rongrong didn't expect that modern hybrid rice would not have the tendency to acclimate to the local climate here, and it was still as good. It was nothing if you got used to it, but these people had never seen it.

I regretted it a little. Would it cause trouble if I took out such high-yield seeds? There are four children in the family now, and three of them have unknown backgrounds. If all parties pay attention to them, will there be trouble?

But Dabao also said that they came when they were very young. If there was no token or they looked extremely similar, it would be difficult to attract other people's attention, right?

Moreover, Dabao wants to study and become an official in the future. Growing such high-yield crops will also be beneficial to Dabao's future reputation and career, right?

Zhou Rongrong was so conflicted that outsiders thought she was shocked herself and hurried to call her.

"Madam Zhou, you will definitely become a celebrity in our Zhao County."

The villager waved the man away and said, "Go away, what do you know? You are more than just a celebrity in Zhao County. With this yield, our county magistrate has to write a memorial to the emperor. Have you forgotten? Every summer and autumn harvest in the Great Zhou Dynasty, each county has to report the best yield, and the emperor will give rewards."

"Ah? So the village chief means that we are going to be famous in the village?"

Zhou Rongrong: “Ah?”

Seeing Zhou Rongrong and the others' surprised expressions, the village chief instantly became proud: "Just wait and see, our village will definitely be number one in the country. Go and help Madam Zhou remove the particles, and I'll set up a bullock cart to go to the town."

From what the village chief said, this was something even the emperor would praise, so the group of people hurriedly picked up a basket and went to thresh the rice for Zhou Rongrong's family.

He also asked his children to pick rice ears in the fields and bring them to Daozhou's house.

Zhou Rongrong followed along to see how rice was threshed in ancient times, but she didn't know how and it wasn't written in the books.

I saw people split a bundle of rice into two handfuls, hold them in both hands, and pound them hard in a large and deep wooden basin. The rice could be separated, and some of the rice that did not fall on the top would be pulled down by hands.

Zhou Rongrong felt embarrassed to let others work on her own rice, so she rolled up her sleeves and started working on it herself. At first, the men were worried that Mrs. Zhou looked too thin and weak to have enough strength.

They didn't expect that the other person was so strong. They had to wrestle her more than ten times, but Madam Zhou only needed five or six times to be knocked clean without any residue left.

So the men threw the weight even harder, because they couldn't afford to be outdone by Madam Zhou.

Soon, after more than an hour, six or seven people had finished threshing the rice and were hanging it out to dry.

A man said, "Ms. Zhou, just wait in the shade, and we'll go get the rest for you. The mayor will come to see you then."

Zhou Rongrong bowed quickly and said, "Thank you for your help."

A man with a gloomy face said, "What's the big deal? Madam Zhou has helped us a lot. My wife has asked me to collect yours first and then ours. You can't be ungrateful."