allonlinenovel Chapter 452 High Output
Chapter 452 High Output
"Yes, yes, I'll take you there right away." After Wu Shan said this, he slightly bent his waist and extended an invitation gesture to the county magistrate.
A large group of people walked towards the two plots of land in the south of the village.
These two pieces of land belong to no one else but Geng Chunhua's uncle and the lazy man Li Laoer.
Wu Shan walked in front and listened to what Lord Chen was saying to the county magistrate. Their voices were not loud, so he only heard a few individual words, such as "the master is a bit lazy", "there are too many weeds in the field", "the watering is not timely", "the manure is fermented well", etc.
Wu Shan heard the last sentence clearly. The other party was saying, "You can treat the other party's fields as dry land."
It was just a few words, but Wu Shan understood them clearly. He thought that this Lord Chen was reporting the land of Li Er family to the county magistrate.
The reason why Li Er's land was also included in the harvest this time was because his land was the land with the lowest yield in the entire Niutoushan Village after the manure was fermented. Their plan was to use his land as a negative example.
It was really impossible for his wife and children to take care of the family's farmland. Li Er just wandered around the fields with his arms behind his back all day long without saying a word.
Whenever someone asked him to work, he would either have a stomachache or feel dizzy.
"Okay, you did a good job. After the harvest, be sure to record the yield per mu. It will be very useful in the future." County Magistrate Xie instructed the people around him.
"Don't worry, sir. I have recorded the fertilization and watering conditions of all the fields. I will just bind them into a book after the harvest." Chen Wenguan smiled happily.
She looks like a daughter-in-law who has finally become a mother-in-law after being a daughter-in-law for a thousand years.
As they were talking, the huge crowd had already reached Li Er's place. Wu Sen saw Li Er rubbing his hands and about to approach the county magistrate, so he stopped him.
Just kidding. When he came out today, his father specifically told him that as long as the county magistrate did not summon him, he had to keep a good eye on Li Er and not let him get close to the county magistrate, so as to prevent him from saying nonsense in front of the county magistrate.
If they angered the adults because of this, the Niutoushan Village would be in big trouble.
"Sir, this is one acre of the experimental field, and over there is another acre. We have many people here today, so why don't we work on both acres at the same time?" Wu Shan raised his hand and pointed to a sorghum field where people were standing not far away, and asked in a very reserved manner.
County Magistrate Xie nodded at the honest man, then waved to the two yamen runners who followed him, asking them to help.
When Wu Shan heard that he could work, it seemed like he was back in his comfort zone. He waved his hand and said, "Follow the groups you have divided into. Come on, follow me to the fields."
When the villagers learned that the county magistrate was coming to the village to inspect the autumn harvest, they had already divided the village into groups, one led by him and the other led by Niu Zhanghe.
At this time, everyone went into the ground following Wu Shan's call.
There are men who are responsible for going into the fields and using sickles to quickly harvest the sorghum ears with stalks. Harvesting sorghum does not mean just cutting off the ears, but also keeping the straight stalks underneath. This is to make it easier to organize them into bundles, which is conducive to subsequent drying and processing.
If you don't harvest in this way and only cut the sorghum ears, you will have to pull the sorghum ears down along the stalks because you are not tall enough, and the sorghum stalks will most likely be destroyed.
Those are things no villager wants to see.
The reason is that the section of the stem below the ear of corn can be used to make a cover curtain or a steamed bun basket, etc., after being dried.
After the man who was harvesting the sorghum ears handed the harvested ears with the sorghum stalks to the person following him, the man immediately took the sorghum ears in his arms and went to the edge of the field.
Some of the women waiting at the edge of the field were responsible for opening the sacks, some were responsible for cutting off the tall ears of sorghum with scissors and throwing them into the sacks, and some were responsible for helping to collect the empty sorghum stalks and finally handing them over to the owner of the field.
On normal days, it would take a family more than half a day to harvest this acre of land. But at this time, there were many people working in the fields, so one acre of land could be harvested in just one round trip.
The county magistrate picked up an ear of sorghum in his hand. It felt heavy and the grains were bigger and fuller than any he had seen before.
Everyone else was busy with their own things and no one dared to disturb the county magistrate.
In just a moment, all the sorghum ears in the field were put into sacks, and there were sixteen sacks placed at the edge of the field.
"Have all the crops in the fields been harvested?" Wu Shan asked loudly with a smile.
"Village chief, everyone is here." Someone in the crowd responded.
"Come here, some tall people, to help carry the scale."
Wu Shan was responsible for moving the weight, while Li Yu and Mr. Chen, who was in charge of recording data in the county, recorded the weight of each sack.
Especially after the two plots of land were weighed, Chen Wenguan had a constant smile on his face and walked to the county magistrate to report the results of this acre of land.
"Sir, the yield of this land is," said Chen Wenguan, pointing at Li Er's sorghum, "the total weight of the sacks, including some thin branches, skin, and water, is 600 kilograms. I just met a villager for a blind date. According to this amount, after peeling and drying, it will be about 320 to 330 kilograms. The yield is about 130 to 140 kilograms higher than before."
Although County Magistrate Xie had already made a plan in mind, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard these data. The yield of this acre of land that was not well taken care of was so high, then what about the other...
When Magistrate Xie thought of this, he pointed to the fields on the other side and asked expectantly, "How is it over there?"
"My Lord, that is cultivated land. The owner has taken good care of it. After leaving aside the details and moisture, it is estimated that the yield per acre is about 400 kilograms, which is more than double the yield of the same cultivated land."
The county magistrate listened to the figures reported by his subordinates. He, who usually did not show much emotion, could not help laughing. "Good, good, this is a good thing. So, you quickly take people to harvest all the other plots and see what the yields are with the same fertilizer application on different plots."
As the county magistrate gave the order, the people in the village who were responsible for harvesting immediately moved their positions.
As for the sorghum that has been harvested in the fields, it has nothing to do with everyone anymore, so naturally the owner will find a way to get it back home.
The remaining two plots of land were also carefully tended, with the yields being around 400 kilograms each. The last plot was naturally Gu Qingqing's family's land.
The land is right in front of her house, and the yield from one acre of land is about 350 kilograms.
The county magistrate looked at Gu Qingqing who was talking to a village woman not far away, and suddenly thought of something and waved in that direction.
Gu Qingqing didn't notice it at first, but the people around her reminded her. She looked towards the county magistrate, and he waved to her again.
She was slightly startled. At that moment, she couldn't figure out why the county magistrate wanted to find a village woman like her. Although she couldn't figure it out, she still walked up to the county magistrate, bowed to him, and said respectfully, "Sir."
The county magistrate nodded to her and said, "I remember you. This method of composting manure was contributed by your family. The yield of your fields should not be so low."