Chapter 3177 Harvest

The autumn harvest in Luojiang County is still before Beihai County. Zhou Lizhong brought back a lot of rice seeds the previous year. The purpose is to let the county magistrate promote it. A little is given to the villagers, and the rest is basically divided up by Master Bai.

It was the uncle of the Qian family who started the sickle. He always felt that this year's rice was growing well, and he had been staring at it.

When it turned yellow, he harvested it without a day's delay, and when he weighed the ear of rice in his hand, he felt that this year's harvest was excellent.

After harvesting an acre, the ears of rice were not willing to stay in the fields to dry, so they bundled them home and threw them without weighing them. His eyes widened when he saw so many sacks.

Uncle Qian didn't have time to wait for all the rice to be collected, so he ran to Qili Village.

In the yamen, there was a busy farm holiday, and the officials went home to harvest grain. Zhou Lizhong wore a straw hat and cut rice in the fields. His family opened a sickle today.

Uncle Qian ran directly to the field and dragged the person out, and asked him, "Can we keep this new rice seed? Or do we need to buy new rice with you next year?"

Zhou Lizhong lifted his spirits and said, "You don't need to buy it. You can keep the one you choose from yourself. I have tested it, and it is very stable. Grandpa, have you harvested it? How much can you harvest from one mu of land?"

Uncle Qian: "It's raw rice now. I threw and weighed it today. There are more than six stone!"

He said: "If it's dried, why are there five stones? It's more than double the previous per-mu yield."

Uncle Qian held his hand tightly and said: "Lizhong, your family is lucky, your ancestral grave must be smoking green smoke, the new wheat seed was planted by your family in the past, and now a new one has been planted. Rice seeds."

His eyes glowed, and he was really excited, so he couldn't help but slapped his thigh fiercely, "It must be your uncle who is blessing you, no one in your family can do it except him, hurry up, I have to go and give you a baby My uncle is going to incense, oh, next year I want to plant all new rice seeds."

His voice was too loud, and the villagers passing by laughed and asked, "Isn't this Uncle Man Bao? Why is he here now? Why are you so happy? Let us have a good time when you say it."

Uncle Qian asked, "Didn't you plant the rice seeds that Lizhong brought back this year?"

"You said it's big, it's been planted, it's been planted two acres, don't say, that rice grows better than others, I don't know if it's because of the better water in the field, or because of the fertilizer, or because of the seeds."

The villagers who heard it immediately said: "The seeds must be good, you didn't realize that this year, the rice that is planted in the village is better than others. The village chief was still in the field two days ago. The same as the previous new wheat seed."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. We've all been optimistic about several fields. The old rice ears are long and tall, and they're all planted with new rice seeds. You go and see the big head's field, hey, they all look like It's a bit higher than other people's houses, and the ears of rice are heavy. I knew that it was going to be replaced with new rice seeds, so I shouldn't have changed only two acres, I should have changed all of them."

Uncle Qian said, "I threw the grains today. The raw rice is nearly half an acre of six stones."

As soon as these words came out, the villagers were stunned, "Is it true? Man Bao, her uncle, don't you read it wrong?"

"Am I wrong? I weighed it twice."

That would be shocking.

One person went around in circles, "My family's is still a little bit worse. It's not as good as yellow. At least it will take seven or eight days to cut it."

"My family should be able to cut it, should I go and cut it?"

"Forget it, I think it's still quite green. I'll leave it for two more days. The sun is good these two days. After drying it, it will turn yellow in a few days."

"Manbao's family planted rice seedlings early this year, should they be able to collect them now?" Someone looked at Zhou Lizhong.

Zhou Li nodded in a daze, pointing at Tian Dao not far away: "Okay, I opened the sickle today, and it is being put away. My second uncle and third uncle are all in the ground."

As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately said: "Anyway, there is nothing to do today, why don't we go and help?"

"This is fine, this is fine, let's go, let's help."

Zhou Lizhong stretched out his hand to stop him, "How can you trouble the uncles?"

"Oh, what's the trouble, the village should help each other, walk around, go back and get the sickle, it's still early today, we'll weigh it after the cut."

Everyone rushed home to get the scythe, went to the field and greeted Tuesday and Wednesday, and went down to the field to open the scythe.

Wednesday Lang was stunned for a moment, "I just finished harvesting the beans, and the rice in their fields will be ripe in two days. Why don't you take a break and come to harvest the rice for us?"

On Tuesday, Lang also stood and watched, and after a while, he bent down to cut the rice. "They want to weigh our rice. Let them be busy. Since they are free, they will cut all the yellow ones nearby."

On Tuesday, Lang confidently took advantage of everyone. After the harvest, everyone helped to bring all the rice back to the old Zhou's yard.

But threshing is impossible. This rice has not been dried, and it is not easy to thresh at all.

Uncle Qian was just too impatient. He happened to collect another mu of rice, and he had a lot of people in his family, so he took people out of it.

Uncle Qian is not in a hurry to go back, and while helping them spread the rice to dry, he said: "You don't have to thresh the rice in a hurry, it's too raw and hard to thresh, I asked your second uncle and third uncle to help a little today, now you three My uncle is still holding his hand and screaming in pain."

Zhou Lizhong nodded again and again and whispered: "Grandpa, it's getting dark, you can stay here tonight."

After thinking about it, Uncle Qian nodded, "Alright, I also want to ask you where this new rice seed came from, and if there are any other new seeds."

No one knows better than Zhou Lizhong where the seeds came from. He said, "My aunt has divided some of the work fields in the capital and used them as experimental fields, especially for testing new seeds."

Uncle Qian was surprised, "So this new rice seed is..."

"We planted it."

"Okay, okay," Uncle Qian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Like us, no one has planted new rice seeds for a lifetime of planting, but you have planted them at a young age."

Uncle Qian turned his head and said to Zhou Zhou and Zhou Zhou, "This is your family's ancestral tomb with green smoke. Otherwise, it's all farming. Why can't they be planted? Whether it's wheat or rice, it grows in your family's field?"

He said: "Hurry up, before it gets dark, bring some food and burn incense for your uncle."

Tuesday Lang: "...Uncle, this is different from that wheat seed. I have seen their experimental field, and it is complicated. The rice has to be selected one by one, and it has to be marked. When it blooms, sometimes Lizhong still has to go and seed the flowers himself, and some plots cannot be cross-planted, and they have to be separated, anyway, it is complicated, he also planted this seed for many years."