I am old in the Han Dynasty

Xie Chun'e shook her head: "I don't know about that." After a pause, "Ask Xie Guang, his father often goes to the mountains, so he might know."

"That's right." Xie Lang was about to call someone, when he suddenly remembered that Xie Guang's family was in the field, "You come with us to the back to rest for a while before leaving?"

Xie Chun'e: "Wheat?"

"I won't plant it for the time being. I have to make something to store the wheat seeds." Xie Lang said, "I planned to make it out of wooden boards. I just told you about bamboo shoots. I found that using bamboo is faster than using wooden boards. Call Xie Guang and me later." Go to the bamboo forest, if there are no white bamboos, cut more bamboos. Help me look after Xiaoqi."

Xiao Qi suddenly got up and grabbed Xie Lang's hand.

Xie Chun'e was taken aback and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with this child?"

"I'm worried that I will be in danger if I encounter a wild boar, so I won't let me go." Xie Lang bent down and picked him up, "We won't go inside. If we really encounter a white boar, we will run away. If we can't escape it, Xie Guang and I will use arrows shoot it."

The child was still staring at Xie Lang.

Xie Lang squeezed his little face, then reached out to support Xie Chun'e, "Be careful."

"I'm fine." Seeing that he was more nervous than her husband, Xie Chun'e couldn't help laughing, "Don't look at me with such a big belly, I can cook better than you."

Xie Lang smiled and said, "Of course. Because I don't know how to do it."

"When Xiao Qi grows up, let him make it for you." Xie Chun'e immediately answered.

Xie Lang looked at Xiao Qi, "Did you hear what Auntie said?"

"I heard, I will do it." The child said seriously.

Xie Lang couldn't help pinching his face again, "Little man." Then he closed the door, "Chun'e, tell them when you get back that the bamboo shoot soup is not paid, and the wages are paid every day."

"Once a day?" Xie Chun'e looked at him.

Xie Lang: "Yes! Seeing the money flowing out little by little, I will think about making money quickly. Otherwise, when the wheat is planted, my whole body will relax, and I will definitely not be able to concentrate on doing things."

"What else should I do?" Xie Chun'e couldn't help asking.

Xie Lang was about to speak when he saw Xie Jianye approaching, "Uncle?"

"Have your cows been fed yet?" Xie Jianye heard Xie Chun'e's voice and thought she was leaving, so he came to lead the cows.

Xie Lang wanted to say, in the courtyard, you can lead it by yourself.Thinking that there might be grains of wheat in the stone trough, he put down Xiao Qi, "It's almost there, I'll fetch it for you." Before Xie Jianye could open his mouth, he ran into the house.

Xie Jianye took the ox away, and Xie Lang continued to tell Xie Chun'e that the plows and rakes he made could be sold for a lot of money.

Xie Chun'e didn't believe it. The reason was that she had no hair on her mouth and couldn't do things well.In other words, Xie Lang is too young, 17 years old, and has no beard yet.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Xie Lang didn't explain anymore, and let her see it for herself when he went to Xie Guang's house.

Although Xie Chun'e is a woman, she is also a good farmer.Xie Guang didn't need to explain, she just looked at the rake's teeth and the raked land to understand that with this and a cow, it's like playing for one person to clean up twenty or thirty mu of land a day.

"Third Uncle, is this expensive?" Xie Chun'e asked hastily.

Xie Lang: "If you buy the iron and wood yourself, just give me fifty cash for hard work."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone hurriedly asked: "Really?"

"They're all from the folks in the village. How much more can I ask you for?" Xie Lang pointed at the rake, "If it's not that the rake teeth are too troublesome, I can give you twenty or thirty renminbi."

"Sanlang, make me one later." Li Zheng said immediately.

Xie Lang nodded without thinking, "Yes." Then he asked Xie Chun'e, "Do you want to make one?"

"I want to do it, but I don't have a cow at home, and my in-laws are old, so they may not be able to move the rake." Xie Chun'e hesitated, "I'll buy a cow tomorrow and then do it."

Xie Lang: "Then how does your family plow? Your husband can't pull the plow by himself."

"His uncle's family has it, so use his family's." Xie Chun'e said, suddenly thinking that every time her uncle's plow was used, her aunt and aunt would be unhappy.If she had this rake, her mother-in-law's aunt would not dare to show their face, "Uncle Sanlang, make me one, and the two of us will use it together."

Xie Lang saw her face changing from worry to joy, and combined with her words, she understood what she was thinking just now, "Okay. Who of you wants to do it? I think we still have a lot of wasteland here. One family buys cattle, one family buys a plow, and one family buys a rake, and when the three families are combined, each family can cultivate at least five mu of land.”

"Sanlang, are you doing this just to sell it to us?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Xie Lang, including Li Zheng and Xiao Qi.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "Yes. Are you going to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, people from Ming'er Shanhuangli will come to me to buy it and plant the barren land around us with grain. Don't blame me."

"You, you, how can you sell to the people in Shanhuangli? They are our enemies."

Xie Lang: "Let me make an analogy. People in Shanhuangli don't sell, what about Wen's family? After building a house, my family won't have much money. Xiaoqi and I must have dinner." Then he turned to Lizheng, "Let's I accept fifty Wen from people in the village, and if Lizheng from Wen’s family gives me two hundred, or even three hundred Wen, do you keep saying whether I should do it or not?”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was tempted.

"Do!"

Xie Lang followed the sound, and his little boy said, "Did you hear what our Xiao Qi said? Do it!" Bending down to pick up the child, "Li Zheng, with my plow and harrow, no amount of wasteland will be enough. thing."

The imperial court encourages land reclamation, and whoever opens it owns it.

What if the Wen family had Xie Lang's plow and harrow?

Li Zheng didn't dare to imagine, so he looked at everyone, "Go to my house to discuss and discuss?"

"There's nothing to discuss about that." Xie Guang said, "If you bite your teeth and buy two cows, you'll earn back in a year."

Li Zheng asked casually, "When will your family buy cattle?"

"My father said, I will buy it in autumn."

As soon as Xie Guang said this, everyone looked at Xie Guang's parents.

Xie Guang's father nodded, "Brother Sanlang's plow and rake are easy to use. With cattle, Xie Guang and his mother can plow twenty acres of land a day. I can do whatever I want in my free time, and it will be enough for our family. It took two or three months for three bites."

"Twenty acres of land?" Xie Lang couldn't help but click his tongue, "How dare you think about it. How do you harvest so much?"

Xie Guang's father: "Cut it." As he said that, he suddenly thought that if it rained, it would all be ruined.

"My purpose of making rakes is actually not just to diversify land." Xie Lang said.

Li Zheng: "What is that?"

"It's hard to tell now, Xie Guang will go up the mountain with me first." Xie Lang said, "Don't go inside."

As soon as Xie Guang's father heard this, he asked Xie Guang to go back to get the bow and arrow.

Although Xie Lang wanted to see if there were giant pandas on the mountain, but the situation was tight now, he and Xie Guang went to the side of the mountain to cut some bamboo and came back.

Then the two went to Xie Lang's house.After more than half an hour, the two of them came out each carrying a pannier with a slender tail, carrying half a bag of wheat.

Xie Lang poured the wheat into the basket, and inserted the small tail under the basket into the soil like the people of later generations sprayed pesticides, and then walked slowly.

Everyone is confused, what is he doing.

Xie Guang waved to everyone, and they walked over. Xie Guang pushed aside the land, and everyone opened their eyes, "Wheat?"

"Yes! Uncle Sanlang said that if the wheat is planted, you don't have to worry about birds eating it, and you don't have to worry about being washed away by the rain when it rains." Xie Guangdao, "Like the land we use hoes and iron-toothed rakes, it can't be as good as it is now. This kind of wheat."

Xie Chun'e continued, "Because the mud is too big. Now the mud is broken like sand, so you don't have to worry about the bamboo being blocked."

"It's not blocking, but I'm worried about blocking the bamboo from moving forward." Xie Guang saw that everyone didn't understand, so he showed his back basket to everyone, pointed to the slender bamboo pole on it, "The side inserted into the soil is long at the front and short at the back. Push the soil away from the front, and the wheat grains will fall down along the holes inside. The back is short so that the soil will not be blocked, and the soil will cover the wheat grains.

"If the mud is too big, even if the mud is pushed away, it will roll back and press on the wheat grains, and the wheat grains will not be able to break through the ground. This thing has another advantage. If you want to plant more densely, you can walk slowly. If the seedlings are thinner, walk faster. If the seedlings are too thin when you walk the slowest, you can make the holes inside bigger.”

Xie Chun'e took a closer look at the bamboo pole, only the bottom layer of bamboo was not pierced, and there was a small gap, "Yes." Then she looked for Xie Lang, who happened to turn around, smiled at everyone, and asked loudly. , "Do you understand?"

"I see." Xie Guang said, "Uncle Sanlang, come back quickly."

Xie Lang: "No. There are still grains of wheat in the basket." As he spoke, he pressed the bamboo pole hard, and the pointed end of the bamboo pole sank into the soil. Xie Lang walked forward slowly, and when he reached the ground, he said, "Xie Guang, help me see See how much wheat is still in the basket."

Two years younger than Xie Lang, Xie Guang, who was much shorter, stood on tiptoe, "There is still a little more."

Xie Lang walked half a foot to the side, and then walked back for a while, but stopped and put the bamboo building on the ground when he could no longer hear the sound of grains crackling.In order not to continue to sow, you have to turn over the soil to see where it has been planted.

Then he went to the field and asked everyone, "Now you still think that I make plows and harrows to make money from big guys?"

"Who said you want to make money from the big guy?" The person who spoke casually pointed at others, "Did you say that? Or do you think Saburo wants to make money from us?"

"not me."

"I do not have."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Xie Lang snorted, "Okay, stop pushing each other." Turning to Lizheng, "It's unrealistic for Xie Guang's family of three to grow [-] acres of wheat. But we can grow [-] acres of millet." Grind it into flour and make yellow-faced buns. "The stalks are strong, so you don't have to be afraid of strong winds and heavy rains. When the weather is fine, it's okay to put them in the house for ten and a half months. It's not like wheat, which can be piled up for three days." If you don't peel off the shell, it will get moldy."

Li Zheng thought about it carefully, "Yes, yes." Pointing to the fifty or sixty acres of wasteland on the other side of the road, "Except for the one your father and mother took care of, the rest of the land is full of stones, and it's not good to have plows and harrows made by you." tidy."

Xie Sanlang's house and wheat field are on the east side of the road. In fact, there are six acres of his family's land on the west side of the road.

In the early years, Saburo's father built the house here because it was closer to the ground.Later, Sanlang's father married Sanlang's mother, and the couple cleaned up the wasteland on the west side of the road when they had nothing to do.First grow sorghum.When the land is cultivated and the stones are gone, millet is planted, that is, millet.

Millet is later than wheat, and it is drought-resistant and easy to survive, so Xie Lang didn't care about that piece of land.

Li Zheng mentioned that Xie Lang subconsciously recalled the memory about that land, "There are no big rocks in it?"

"It seems not." Li Zheng was also not sure.

Xie Lang: "That's easy. With my plow and harrow, like Xie Guang's family, his father plows and harrows the ground, and he and his mother can pick up stones when they are free. The next day the family of three will pick up another day, and then use After raking it once, you can use this basket to sow seeds.” After a pause, Rongli was digesting before asking, “You always say that, right?”

Li Zheng nodded, "Yes." Then he looked at everyone, "What do you think?"

"We think so. But will there be so many small stones in the field that they will damage the plow and harrow?"

Li was looking at Xie Lang.

Xie Lang shook his head: "It won't be broken. After using it for a long time, you didn't realize that my plow share is very thick and the iron nails on the rake are very thick?"

Xie Guang's father quickly said, "Xie Guang, bring the rake over here."

Xie Guang turned the rake over, and when everyone looked over, the iron teeth on it were all square, and if you didn't look carefully, you might think it was a piece of iron.

"The cow can't walk fast. There are really huge rocks. You can see them before you get to them." Xie Lang said, "If you saw such a big rock and bumped into it, the plowshare deserves it if it breaks."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked subtle.

Li Zheng couldn't help frowning, "Why do you speak so badly now, kid?"

"Does that sound good to you?" Xie Lang asked back.

Everyone choked.

Xie Chun'e couldn't help but said, "Uncle Sanlang, according to what you say, you can't make rakes for me. If people in Shanhuangli learn..." The consequences are a bit scary.

Everyone heard her hidden intentions, and turned to Xie Lang in unison, hoping that he would refuse.

Xie Lang wanted to laugh, "You think you can make it just by looking at it?"

"Isn't it?" Li Zheng asked.

Xie Lang: "My plowshare and rake teeth can be used as weapons. Do you understand weapons?"

"You understand!" Li Zheng stared at him.

Xie Lang nodded, "I know better than you."

Li Zheng raised his hand: "You boy—"

"Dad, dad, it's time to get down to business. Since the people in Shanhuangli can't do it for a while, then let Sanlang make a rake for Chun'e later, and let's continue talking about the wasteland." Lizheng's eldest son hugged him quickly Dad's arm.

Xie Lang took two steps back, staying away from him, lest the old man slap him unexpectedly, "How many cows are there in our village?"

"Including you and my family, there are six heads." Li Zheng's eldest son said.

Xie Lang: "When it rains, six oxen go down to the field at the same time, can they plow well in one day?"

"If you can make five plows, it's yours. One day is enough." Xie Guang's father said.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "If you don't pay for it, I won't do it."