After saying that, they even reached out to hit people. During the harvest, they had to be careful what they said, lest God hear them complaining that they had too much wheat and gave them too little.

Seeing her son being beaten, Tie Dan's mother didn't stop him. Instead, she said, "Old man, take the harvested wheat directly to the threshing ground later, so that there's no space left."

This year, every household has a high yield, and there probably isn't enough space in the yard. You can't dry wheat just anywhere; it has to be on a compacted, flat surface. You can't beat your son anytime; securing space is the most important thing.

Meng Zhao has been returning to the village frequently these past few days to check on the harvest. He has seen the villagers working from sunrise to sunset every day, but unable to rest until sunset. Those who have finished harvesting can sleep on the threshing floor with blankets, while those who haven't finished have to work through the night.

There's nothing we can do. This year's wheat yield is good, and those with a lot of land haven't finished harvesting even after seven or eight days. The wheat in the fields is getting less and less moist, and if it catches fire, it'll all be ruined.

The wheat harvest is a complicated process. First, the wheat is harvested, then bundled, then dried, threshed, and dusted before it can be bagged. The process takes about half a month. Meng Zhao watched them work hard every day and couldn't help but sigh. No matter what dynasty or era, farmers are always the hardest working people.

Fortunately, this year's harvest was bountiful, and despite their exhaustion, everyone had smiles on their faces.

Once the wheat had been harvested, the village headman would visit each household to tally their harvest, record the summer harvest in a register, report taxes to the county, and then wait for the tax official to collect the taxes.

After submitting the booklet, he also sent a separate internal form to Meng Zhao, wanting Meng Zhao to see the specific results.

Meng Zhao went to the county government office as soon as he got the form. At that time, the county magistrate was also reviewing the results record of this fertilizer experiment.

When Meng Zhao taught Shenjia Village how to compost, the four middle-aged men who came were actually agricultural officials from the county. After learning the method, they found dozens of plots of land in the county, covering different landforms and geology, and conducted experiments on them one by one.

After all, this information needs to be reported to higher authorities, and it will be promoted to other counties in the future. If the results are from a trial in only one village, the sample size is too small to demonstrate the effectiveness.

But as long as the ingredients are good, they will be effective no matter where they are placed. Meng Zhao's methods of composting were fully utilized by several experienced agricultural officials. They recorded clearly when and what kind of fertilizer was used, how the changes occurred, and the comparison with plots that were not fertilized.

After reading two volumes, Wang Xian immediately clapped his hands in praise, "Madam Meng, your fertilizer is truly a miraculous formula! Whether it's paddy fields, dry fields, or fertile farmland and newly reclaimed wasteland, the effects are extremely remarkable after using it. Yields can increase by at least 20%. If it can be promoted throughout the county, it will be a blessing for the people under my jurisdiction. If it can be implemented nationwide in the future, the people will have no worries about food and clothing. You have contributed such a wonderful formula; your merit is immeasurable!!!"

Meng Zhao humbly replied, "Your Excellency is too kind. I mostly learned these things from books or from people around me. They are all the experiences of our ancestors. I have merely organized and summarized them. It is really nothing special."

Wang Xian waved his hand, "Don't be too modest. I have been well-versed in poetry and books since childhood, and I have read countless books, but I am far inferior to you. Those agricultural officials have been farming all their lives, but they have never discovered such a miraculous formula. Your achievement is truly great. Don't worry, I have already informed the Prefect about this matter in advance. After I have read all the submitted documents, I will present them to the Prefect. I think your reward will arrive soon."

Hearing this, Meng Zhao was also a little excited. Although she learned these things from modern books and the internet, she had come here and worked hard to teach everyone. Even if she hadn't made any great contributions, she had still put in the effort. Therefore, she had nothing to be ashamed of incurring any reward. She just didn't know what kind of reward she would receive.

At this moment, money is not the most important thing to her; what she lacks is fame.

After the matter was finished, Wang Xian originally intended to let Meng Zhao go back, but his gaze suddenly fell on the stack of papers in her hand, and he asked with a hint of curiosity, "What is that in Madam Meng's hand?"

Meng Zhao was immersed in joy and answered without hesitation, "Many families in Shenjia Village have also used fertilizer this year. The village head has recorded their harvest from last year and this year and asked me to compare the results."

The effectiveness of fertilization in a village could not be fully recorded on just a few sheets of paper, so he reached out to take a look.

Meng Zhao readily handed it over. Wang Jie took the paper and looked down at it carefully. At first, he was puzzled by the rules and regulations on the paper, but as his gaze wandered, he gradually discovered the pattern and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The first column on each sheet lists ten names, presumably the heads of each household. The first horizontal row lists several categories: the size of the land owned, last year's harvest, last year's average harvest per acre, the amount of land fertilized this year, this year's harvest, and the average harvest per acre of fertilized land.

In just a few lines, the basic situation of a family was clearly summarized. Wang Xian flipped through a few pages and found that the records at the end were just as concise and clear.

He couldn't help but look up at Meng Zhao, secretly admiring him. He had stayed up all night to barely finish reading the two volumes of records sent by the agricultural officials, but these few sheets of paper in front of him could organize the situation of an entire village so clearly.

"Madam Meng, did you come up with this idea too?" Wang Xian's tone was tinged with admiration.

Meng Zhao nodded, his tone relaxed, "Our workshop and shops have too many and complicated things to do. If we use ordinary recording methods, it would take too much time every day. So we figured out this simple method to make it easier to look up information."

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