92. Yield per mu is four and a half stones (please subscribe for a monthly ticket)

Author: nonsense and gossip

92. Yield per mu is four and a half stones (please subscribe for a monthly ticket)

In the back hall.

Sun Ce was still extremely angry. He looked at Zhou Yu who came in at this time and snorted, "Gong Jin, do you still want Zhong Mou to marry the so-called Chu Anjun?"

Zhou Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly, "If it can really happen, it will be a good thing for me in Jiangdong."

"No!" Sun Ce slapped the table with a snap, and after a while, he calmed down a little, "I know Gong Jin's intention, but... Jingzhou, I, Sun Bo Fu, will bring it down in a dignified way to comfort my father's spirit in heaven!

"

Zhou Yu sighed, "It's not what Bo Fu wants."

"What does Gong Jin mean?"

"If Zhongmou and that Chu Anjun can succeed, I, Jiangdong, will have the power to intervene in the Chu paper business in the world. Bo Fu knows, what is the price of medium Chu paper in Xudu and Jizhou?"

Sun Ce shook his head.

"In the beginning, a piece of medium-quality paper could cost hundreds of dollars, and fine paper could even cost hundreds of dollars. It still has a price but no market."

"Are you crazy? Is this...or is the price too low?" Sun Ce opened his mouth in shock.

Zhang Zhi came over with this batch of Chu paper, and Zhou Yu directly led his people to grab it. Although... this merchant was Zibu's disciple, he still had to show it to outsiders.

Precisely because they had the right to distribute Chu paper, they sold it to various aristocratic families for... twenty yuan for medium-grade paper, fifty yuan for fine paper... and then shared the profit with Zhang Zhi.

Now that we know the prices of Chu paper in other states, we are missing hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars.

"With the convenience of Chu paper, will Bo Fu still want to use bamboo slips in the future?" Zhou Yu then asked again.

Sun Ce naturally shook his head, "If it weren't for the shortage of Chu paper... it would be too expensive at the moment..."

"In Jingzhou, not just Xiangyang, but within the eight counties, the price of Chu paper is five yuan for medium paper and ten yuan for fine paper." Zhou Yu added.

Sun Ce then protested, "That Mianyang Huang family is bullying me, Soochow, too much!"

"The Mianyang Huang family is trying to make a name for themselves." Zhou Yu frowned and speculated.

"Gongjin means...for that little gentleman?"

"Maybe." Zhou Yu sighed, "If Lord Chu An comes to my Jiangdong, the Jiangdong nobles will be able to secure it, and there is no need to worry anymore."

Sun Ce was silent, "I wrongly blamed Gong Jin."

"However, the people of the Zhu family are so incompetent...it has caused Bo Fuzhi's reputation to be humiliated...it's Gong Jin's fault."

"Ah?" Sun Ce then remembered that Wang Can just said...he had spread the word all the way, "What is the discussion outside now?"

"It is said that Bo Fu should not bully a young lady."

Sun Ce:......

"Am I bullying the little lady?"

"Very good, Jingzhou, right?"

"Gong Jin, after the autumn harvest, gather all your elite troops and join me to attack Jiangxia!"

"Okay." Zhou Yu naturally agreed.

However, before that, the apology that should be given must still be given, and the apology that should be made must be said.

…

Mid-July, Mianyang County, Huangjiazhuangzi.

Nearly a thousand acres of golden rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and densely packed people stand beside the fields.

When the summer wind blows, it takes away some of the heat and makes the rice ears move with the wind, creating a magnificent scene.

Huang Yueying wore a veil and wore dark clothes today. Looking at the rice ears in front of her, her waist was bent, and her inner satisfaction seemed to overflow, and the smile on her face never stopped.

Fortunately, the weather has been good these days, so we can harvest rice. Almost all of her tens of thousands of acres of fields are planted with rice. Of course, the fields in the village and the clan must be harvested first.

In the Huang family's village, except for her own land, the corn and rice grown by other families are still some time away from being harvested.

"Female Sir, the auspicious time has arrived." The people of Pangshan Mountain were also wearing coarse clothes. Seeing this sign of a good harvest, they were happy but also serious.

"Okay." Huang Yueying nodded and said loudly, "Fellow folks, the Autumn Society has not yet arrived, but these ten thousand acres of rice fields are now full of grains and ears full of branches. We can't wait for the Autumn Society."

The tenants next to me were also smiling, yes... I really can't wait for Qiu She.

"As the old saying goes, the spring festival is to pray for the growth of grains, and the autumn festival is to repay the ripening of grains."

"I have been personally granted the title by the Son of Heaven. Today I will seek favor from God. After the autumn harvest, I will perform the sacrificial ceremony again. At that time, I will repay God with the abundance of grains, the fragrance of livestock wine, and the joy of all people."

"Autumn harvest begins!"

After saying that, Huang Yueying bent down and cut a bunch of rice ears with a sickle, signaling that... the autumn harvest could begin.

Then, all the people cheered, and the children of the ethnic studies also cheered, and began to cut the rice one after another. Even Gan Ning, Pang Shanmin, Zhang Zhongjing, Cai, Zhuge, and the guards also started to work.

The acre in front of Huang Yueying will be harvested by her and the children from the ethnography school. At that time, they must be weighed carefully to see how much the yield per acre will be.

"Sister, how much rice can we harvest from this acre of land?" Huang Jun asked Huang Yueying while cutting off a bunch of rice stalks.

"Four stones." Huang Yueying thought for a while and then made an estimate.

In this era, whether it was corn or rice, the yield per mu was generally about three shi, or about three hundred and sixty kilograms, or ninety kilograms in later generations.

Of course, the acres in this era were also smaller than those in later generations. If converted into equivalent units of area and weight, the yield per mu would be about 123 kilograms.

It sounds like there is a big gap compared to the lowest yield per mu in later generations, which was six to seven hundred kilograms.

In fact, the yield per acre of later generations was only improved under the conditions of continuous selection and cultivation of crop seeds and continuous improvement of crop management methods.

In ancient China, it was not until the Song Dynasty that Champa rice seeds were introduced, making it possible to achieve double rice a year.

Therefore, the four stones mentioned by Huang Yueying are definitely considered a good harvest in this era.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder, this Yang Xiu... couldn't really stay in Jiaozhou, could he?

"Four stones?" Huang Cong next to him was confused for a moment, then shook his head, "It feels more than..."

"It's definitely more than that. We take care of this acre of land ourselves." Zhou Daya also joined the discussion, "When my family farmed the land for the master's family before, they planted both rice and corn...it's not as good as ours.

Where is the mother?"

"Okay, let's talk about it after finishing it!" Someone else said next to him.

Harvesting rice is not new to the children of tenant farmers and workers, but it is quite new to the children of the Huang family.

However, during this year, because all the children took turns taking care of this acre of land, even the children of the Huang family knew how to farm.

Huang Yueying listened to the children's discussion and also laughed. It was hard to plant rice seedlings, but during the autumn harvest... it was much faster.

Although these children were small, they were still numerous, and within half an hour they had harvested all the land.

Then, Li Mu and his men stepped on a threshing machine to thresh the rice ears. Of course...this was also the drawing provided by Huang Yueying.

Fortunately, this wooden one is not too difficult.

The children felt it was very novel to see the ears of rice sticking in from one opening, and the rice flying out from the other opening and falling into a large wooden box.

It was a novelty not only for the children, but also for other common people who had never seen a threshing machine before.

"Hiss, this kind of magical weapon... I will no longer use a wooden hammer to thresh grains in the future!"

"That's right, even if the weather is bad, we can still get rice!"

"yes!"

"Really...I don't know who made it."

"It was made by Guanshi Li, but the blueprint was given by Nu Jun, who said it was passed down by her mentor, the flower-growing monk." A craftsman explained.

"He's a layman again! The plow for spring plowing saves us so much effort. Even for autumn harvest, there are also artifacts like this..."

"This is truly a blessing for us!"

…

Not long after, the rice in one acre of land was threshed. Although there were still some rice stalks, it did not affect the weighing.

Li Mu put all the rice in three bamboo baskets, and each bamboo basket was so big that a hilltop popped out.

So, the weighing begins.

"The first basket weighs one hundred and seventy-one pounds!"

The crowd cheered, this was just the first basket.

"The second basket weighs one hundred and eighty-three pounds!"

The louder the call became, the two baskets almost reached the usual yield per mu!

"The third basket weighs one hundred and eighty-five pounds!"

"Four stones!"
To be continued...