northernbook Chapter 153 Yield per mu is 125 pounds
Chapter 153 Yield per mu is 125 pounds
The irrigation ditches in the middle of the rice paddies are still clear and flow slowly, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, as well as the scene of a bountiful rice harvest.
Wildflowers swayed along the canal, and dragonflies and butterflies flitted about in the fields, adding a touch of vibrancy to this bountiful harvest scene.
Li Huaiyuan arrived with his wife, son Li Yi, and a group of yamen runners.
Looking at the heavy ears of rice in the fields and the busy people, he seemed to already see full granaries and hope for the future.
Tian Tian came to Li Huaiyuan's side, nodded to him, and whispered something.
Then, she directed the yamen runners to help the people in the fields move bundles of grain to the hand-operated threshing machine.
Tian Tian grabbed a handful of rice, put it into the threshing machine, and lightly stepped on the pedal...
The rice stalks on the straw fell with a clatter into the small barn below.
The woman in the house was carrying a burlap sack filled with...
A cloth bag can hold about 100 catties of rice.
The women watched as the bags filled one by one and were stacked aside...
One, two, three...
Six, seven, eight... nine, ten...
It weighs a thousand jin!
But not all the rice in this field has been harvested yet.
Continue installing...
Eleven bags!
Twelve bags!
There's still half a bag left over.
1250 jin.
The yamen runners couldn't believe it and weighed it back and forth three or five times.
"Sir, the rice yield per mu is 1,250 jin!!!" Only then was this result told to Li Huaiyuan.
Li Huaiyuan clutched his chest and turned his ear to ask, "How much?"
The constable raised his voice, "Sir, the rice yield on this plot of land is 1,250 catties per mu!!!"
Li Huaiyuan took a deep breath, "1250 jin!"
When he came here today, he specifically checked the county annals.
After confirming the average yield of rice in Baishi County in the past, he was quite certain that it was around 300 jin, with the highest yield being 320 jin.
This time, the yield was 1,250 jin per mu, which is nearly four times that of 320 jin per mu.
Moreover, Heming had already told him that after this harvest, the land would be tilled and then immediately transplanted to plant the second crop of rice.
Based on this calculation, the output of one acre of land is more than eight times that of previous years.
Eight times!
This year's tax grain will be eight times that of previous years!
Li Huaiyuan recalled...
When he was in the capital, he often heard that a certain official in a certain place valued agriculture and was promoted several ranks after the income increased by 10%.
With his income increasing eightfold, wouldn't he be directly promoted to the capital?
Unfortunately, the opportunity won't come until three years later.
When the news of the yield per mu spread, no one could believe their ears.
How could one acre of land produce such an astonishing yield of rice?
"Are there really that many? Could there be a mistake in the calculation?" An elderly man squinted, his tone skeptical.
He held a stalk of rice in his hand, with the stalk hanging down...
He had spent his entire life working the land and had never seen such full and firm ears of rice.
A young man standing nearby exclaimed excitedly, "How could it be wrong? It was the county yamen runners who calculated it; they weighed it several times."
"This acre of land can produce so much rice! It's four times more than we used to!!"
As he spoke, he reached out and scooped up a small handful of rice to show everyone. The grains were plump, golden, and translucent, looking exceptionally tempting.
"My goodness! When we used to farm, we were lucky if we could harvest three or four hundred catties. This one mu can yield a thousand catties!"
The woman covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock, her face filled with disbelief.
With such high production, they no longer have to worry about not having enough to eat, and they are no longer afraid of going hungry.
Not only are they not afraid of going hungry, but they can also sell them for money.
This family was extremely excited, but the others...
"Lord Li, when can we plant this high-yield rice?" the others asked anxiously.
I didn't believe it before...
Seeing is believing now.
Such high yield... one year's harvest equals four years' worth of what it used to be.
"Yes, Lord Li, when can we plant this high-yield rice variety?"
“Lord Li, we are all citizens of Baishi County. You are the magistrate of Baishi County... You must not forget us.”
"Yes, Lord Li, we also want to plant this rice."
"Master Li."
"Master Li..."
Li Huaiyuan frowned, looking somewhat troubled.
Heming said that the number of seedlings to be cultivated this time is the same as before, which means that Tian Tian did not cultivate seedlings for other people.
“This…” Li Huaiyuan waved his hand.
The people quieted down and looked at him expectantly.
“It’s like this…” Li Huaiyuan cleared his throat, “This year’s rice seeds are limited, and we can only plant them for those who registered before.”
"As for the others..."
"We can only plant it again next year."
The people clicked their tongues in disappointment, but...
The county government asked those who wanted to plant the crops to sign up, but they didn't.
This is not the fault of the county magistrate; they have only themselves to blame.
Li Huaiyuan couldn't bear to see the people disappointed, so he encouraged them, "While you still have time, reclaim a few more acres of land and plant rice next year. Wouldn't the harvest be even better then?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd began excitedly planning for tomorrow.
“Lord Li is right. My family has two mu of land now. We'll take advantage of this time to cultivate another three mu and plant rice…”
"We'll also cultivate a few more acres of land."
"With such a high yield of rice... if we cultivate a few more acres at home and plant them to earn money... wouldn't that be better than working outside to make money?"
“That’s true!!”
The children cheered and jumped for joy by the fields, their laughter echoing across the landscape.
The merchants watching the spectacle from outside the crowd were all dumbfounded.
"If this rice variety could be sold to other places, it would definitely fetch a good price."
They clicked their tongues in amazement, "Baishi County has become quite famous this year."
First came the fried tofu skin at Fulai Restaurant, then the various dishes at Baishi Tea House, and now there's the high-yield rice.
"That's right..."
"After the rice harvest, I heard there will be lots of vegetables ripening too..."
"Haven't you noticed?" a merchant suddenly said.
The other merchants all looked over...
The man spoke mysteriously, "These things in Baishi County... are all related to that Miss Tian Er."
After his reminder, everyone realized that this was indeed the case.
That bean curd skin was invented by Miss Tian Er, and the Baishi Teahouse also belongs to Miss Tian Er.
The rice seeds we have now... still belong to Tian Er's daughter.
Those novel vegetables... still belong to Tian Er's daughter.
"So, the most precious person in Baishi County should be Miss Tian Er!"
"I wonder who will be able to win the heart of this beautiful young lady, Miss Tian Er."
Amidst the crowd, Ling Yao's heart trembled slightly...
Qian Fulai, who had just arrived, possessively approached Tian Tian...