Dress as a villain

Endless farmland.

Now in the early rice season, the farmland is full of people harvesting rice.

A carriage from Tianjing just stopped at the edge of the field, and the army behind it came in a mighty manner. A total of a thousand people were holding not weapons, but sickles, like ants rushing into the field in an instant, spreading around and began to harvest. rice.

The local people had never seen this kind of battle. When they saw Xie Bing entering the field, they thought they were going to catch them.

A black horse was galloping on the field road, and the Heixuanjia female general was waiting beside the carriage. She jumped into the carriage and opened the curtain, and saw her daughter-in-law looking at the farmland from the window, she was not only relieved.

"Don't worry, I will bring all untrained Xie Bing to help harvest the millet."

Si Qitong's eyes were shining and hot, and the excitement contained in them made her look refreshed when happy events happened.

She happily asked her: "Lanzhi, this harvest is far beyond my imagination."

Xie Lanzhi didn't tell her that six stones per mu is common in modern times, and the highest value reaches fifteen hundred catties, which is about thirteen stones per mu.The average value is around nine stone.

Six stones is at best a result below the average line.

She should not be disappointed at this juncture, because the record of the best grain production in Dajin is at an average of three to four shi, and five shi is rare.Now six stone, it is indeed exciting.

And her expressionless face, without the slightest hint of surprise, made the Secretary of Agriculture feel uneasy.

The Secretary of Agriculture has checked the records in the Southern Region, the highest is seven shi, the average grain harvest is three to five shi, and the average grain is about the same. The reason for the high yield is the location.

And the marshal's expression, is she dissatisfied with the income generated this time?

Xie Lanzhi often makes her cognition of the world seem out of place because she has seen it before.

Under the harvest of a thousand Xie soldiers, twenty acres of farmland were harvested in less than an hour.

Every mu of harvested grain is stored in its own field, waiting for the Secretary of Agriculture to inspect it one by one.Feeling uneasy, the Secretary of Agriculture asked several farmers to help them carry the poles and baskets and weigh them.

Every time Officer Sinong draws a scale line, his throat can't help being so tense that it smokes until he slips to [-] catties, he breathes a sigh of relief, at least he passes.But the shoulder pole is not flat, and the foil is also slanted, so it is clearly still not stable.

The Secretary of Agriculture swallowed his saliva again, and slid the lining six times by about a hundred catties.

Officer Sinon finally calmed down, and he announced loudly: "Five stones and three fights!"

The common people who helped lift the title showed incredulous eyes, and regardless of the status of other officials, they were all dazzled by the joy of the harvest.They gathered around the official Sinon and said, "My lord, are you sure you are right? This is not a fertile field either. Ordinary fields can also harvest five stones?"

"A total of six hundred catties, six hundred catties per mu, enough for an ordinary family to feed for a year."

"Even if it's an official rice meal, it's only [-] catties a month. For twelve months a year, it's only [-] catties."

"Six hundred catties per mu, can we also eat rice a day from now on?"

Although it can be full with a mix of millet, corn and sweet potato.

"My lord, if we can produce so much, then we can also eat white rice. Caomin is not dreaming!"

"Everyone, don't squeeze, it's like this every year. Of course, you can eat thirty meals a month without any problem." The Secretary of Agriculture didn't mind at all, and now he was happily closing his mouth from ear to ear, answering every question. Xie Bing also helped to say that the average output reported was four to six shi.

The average fertile field is between five stones and five buckets to six stones and three buckets, which means that the maximum yield is 680 catties.

In other words, Fei Baimi's six-acre production can last for a year.This is already the highest level of life in Dajin. In the state of poor harvest or flat harvest, even officials can't afford three meals of white rice a day, and two meals are not bad.

Now switch to three meals, and the output will be more than enough.What's more, the fields of the official family are all counted in hundreds.

At the end of the Jin Dynasty, according to the new policy issued by Si Qitong, each person was entitled to one mu of land. Because of the small production field, only one mu per capita was granted. The folks also made corresponding adjustments. Many people temporarily reorganized their families for the land.And one mu is still ancestral land that can be inherited from generation to generation.

Later, five acres of wasteland were developed for the purpose of growing sweet potatoes. Since the wasteland was worthless and frequent crops would not be a problem, each family had an average of ten acres of land, and some had fifteen acres.

In these barren lands, the common people thought that they could only grow sweet potatoes, and that it would be good enough not to go hungry.Now that new fertilizers appear, it means that wasteland can be turned into fertile fields, and rice can also be grown.

What a joy!

The Secretary of Agriculture and the people enjoy the joy of harvesting a good harvest.

The Xie soldiers were also muttering: "The fields here don't look as good as ours in the Southern Region, but the output is almost catching up with the Southern Region."

"The marshal and the mistress have spent so much money. If they haven't reaped any money, I will wonder if the Ministry of Industry only spends money."

"There is still an acre over there, which one of you will collect it!" The leading captain stopped the speaking soldier, and he pointed to an acre at the corner of the field. The rice is a bit short, and the millet is crowded together. I don't know if there is any in the middle. Grow well.

This acre is not too short, so it is estimated that there will be no yield.

Several Xie soldiers rushed to the same mood. After they finished cutting, they thought that it would not exceed two stones at most. The rice seemed to be more than rice.

The Secretary of Agriculture happened to bring people over to thresh the millet, and after threshing the millet weighed one mu, which was a good harvest for four or five shi.

After harvesting the last acre, the common people were shaking the rice repeatedly, feeling that this acre looks small, but a lot of millet has been lost.Everyone threw millet together, one grain of rice was patted again and again for fear of wasting a grain, and the patted rice was thrown in the field and piled up. After it dries, it can be used as plant ash and continue to provide materials for new fertilizers.

Si Nong Guan took a few people to weigh, one basket was two hundred catties, and Si Nong Guan weighed three baskets, he was a little surprised, the mu seemed small, but it was actually six jin.good.

He was about to register in the book, when the captain came over carrying a basket: "Who of you are so careless and left a basket in the field!"

The Sinon official asked puzzledly: "Master Captain, where is this basket? We have to calculate it by mu, and then calculate the total amount again."

The captain pointed to the corner of the field at hand just now, the acre with a lot of rice.

The Secretary of Agriculture immediately asked people to say that the total weight was 220 catties. As expected, the generals of the Xie family had great strength.

"I remember, three baskets plus one basket..." The words came to an end here.The Sinon officer was stunned, and the captain was a little surprised by his words half stuck in his throat.

Officer Sinon looked down at the basket to make sure he counted correctly, and nodded again: "One, two, three...four. Four!!"

"Creation, innovation record!" Officer Si Nong was trembling suddenly, his fingers were hanging above the basket, and he stomped his feet excitedly: "It's eight, eight stones!!"

"The new record for the highest yield per mu is eight stones!!"

That is 880 catties.

No one would have imagined that there would be so much hidden grain in an unremarkable acre of field with such a short rice crop.It is simply the king of food!

The captain, a group of Xie Bing, and the common people were all shocked. Everyone thought they heard it wrong.

Bashi, is this a mistake, or did they take it wrong?Eight stones per acre? !This is the god rice that can produce such a high yield! ?

"Officer Sinon, are you sure!" The captain asked again and again: "This captain is going to report to the marshal immediately! Are you really right?!"

The Sinon officer immediately said firmly: "Master Captain, how dare I deceive you, it's true! The baskets you just brought together weigh 880 catties."

Captain: "Then, if the basket at the head of the field is not from the same acre of field."

The Secretary of Agriculture stooped down to pick up a handful of millet, and compared it with the rice of other acres, he found that the grains of this mu were plump and large, and the golden and round husk was fat compared to other rice.

No wonder it doesn't feel much, but the particles are relatively large.

"It's the same acre, take a look."

The captain took the millet in his hand, and immediately rushed towards the carriage parked on the field road excitedly.

"Marshal! Great harvest! Great harvest!!"

Xie Lanzhi had heard their conversation from a long distance away, and had already heard a word of it.Now that the captain yelled this, Si Qitong heard it, and she got out of the carriage directly to go to the fields.

She immediately supported her beloved wife and asked her to sit on it and don't get off. The roadside is muddy and occasionally unknown feces are mixed in it.

Little Phoenix is ​​already well integrated into the crowd, so she doesn't have to do everything by herself.

Si Qitong was very helpless, she sat in the groom's seat, and asked the captain in a flat tone: "How much?"

The captain lowered his head and cupped his fists and said, "Your Highness, it's eight stones!! The highest yield per mu is eight stones!"

Si Qi Tong beamed with joy.

"Lanzhi, did you hear that?"

"Well, not bad."

It seems that the grains in this mu are different, which is a lucky deviation.Xie Lanzhi felt that this mu of rice was worth noting, maybe it could be used as seeds.

No matter how you say it, the eight stones exceed 110 catties super fast, and one stone is [-] catties, and the yield of [-] catties per mu is already a medium to high level.

Modern super rice is [-] kilograms per mu, which is [-] catties.Nine hundred catties is five hundred catties away from one thousand four hundred catties.Put it here, nine hundred catties is already the ancient version of super rice.

Xie Lanzhi couldn't help but applaud for this: "You did a good job. I ordered the Secretary of Agriculture to keep that mu of rice for planting. When it's late rice, I will batch up thousands of mu to plant it."

Si Qitong added: "In addition, since the new fertilizer is effective, it needs to increase investment, and then send people to teach it to the nearby people for free to plant it. The lime is sold at the normal price and cannot be raised any further."

She understands folk merchants very well, and they are only looking for profit. Lime powder is a common thing. Except for epidemic prevention, it is only needed by medical clinics. Now it is suddenly used on a large scale as a new fertilizer. If it is not controlled, the folk The profiteers will definitely take the opportunity to increase the price to make a fortune for the country.

In today's troubled times, only the south is considered stable. Even if it is stable, it is still in the stage of a waste of time, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a national calamity.

Captain: "No!"

The school lieutenant hurried down to the field to hand over the order, and the officer Sinon had something else he wanted to report to His Highness.

Unexpectedly, the carriage had already been driven away by the marshal, and the groom led the marshal's horse and ran all the way to catch up.

On the way, Si Qitong poked her head in the carriage from time to time and asked her, "Lanzhi, why are you in such a hurry to take me back to the palace?"

"Do you still remember your identity?" Xie Lanzhi said in a helpless tone, "I said that I want to blend in with the masses, but have you ever thought that the masses on your side are not the masses in my world?"

The author says:

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