Grandma Qiao went to sleep happily.
The autumn harvest is here, and in the past two days, some villagers have already started harvesting rice in the fields.
Early in the morning, after breakfast, the family took their sickles and threshing machines and went to the fields.
The threshing drum is a large, small warehouse-like structure surrounded by wooden planks, with its opening facing upwards. The harvested rice is lifted up and forcefully slammed against the walls of the threshing drum to thresh the grains.
This stuff is widely used in farmland and is a must-have for almost every household.
In the vast fields, villagers were busy harvesting rice and threshing it, with the crisp sound of threshing echoing through the air, creating a lively scene.
“Aunt Qiao, your millet is so plump and dense, it must yield about two hundred catties per mu.”
A villager passing by the Qiao family's house on the edge of the field remarked with slight surprise, "I only knew your family suffered greatly from the disaster; I never imagined you could have such a good harvest even without it."
Another villager commented: "Yes, in the village, almost every household yields around 150 jin per mu, with 180 jin being the absolute maximum. Where did you buy your seeds from?"
In terms of soil quality and water supply, everyone's farmland is located by the river, so these conditions are similar. Only a few families are slightly better off, such as the Shen family, who somehow managed to bring in black soil and spread it on their rice paddies.
"Where else could the seeds have come from? They're the ones we saved from previous years. Even if we bought seeds in town, they'd be the same ones everyone else buys." Old Mrs. Qiao was secretly pleased.
That's because we used the most effective pesticide at home. Pests have a huge impact on crops, and once they're gone, the yield will skyrocket.
If pests are eradicated at the beginning of next year, the yield will be even higher.
Of course, she wouldn't tell anyone, especially since she was aware of the mystery surrounding Lian'er; she had to keep such things a secret.
These villagers even went into the fields to observe their rice up close, marveling at it as they looked.
"It seems that your Qiao family is truly blessed; even the heavens are taking special care of your rice."
"Sigh, I'm so envious."
"By the way, Aunt Qiao, my family's rice harvest has never been very good, only 120 jin per mu. We'll plant again next year. Could we buy this batch of seeds from you?"
"My family wants it too! My family wants it too!"
"Alright, I'll save it for you then." Old Mrs. Qiao readily agreed.
The villagers were happy and helped the Qiao family for a while. Old Mrs. Qiao remembered it and decided to give them a discount when they wanted to plant.
Looking at these ears of rice, the Qiao family felt satisfied. They had been looking forward to such a harvest for many years.
I felt that a long-held wish in my heart had been fulfilled, and I finally felt better.
However, for Qiao Lian'er, a person from modern times, the yield of such rice per mu was very low, and the ears of rice did not grow very well.
What makes a good rice plant is large, heavy, dense, and full, bending the entire rice stalk under its weight. Looking around, large swathes of rice appear to be tilting, but because of their thick stems, they don't actually fall over.
In the world she came from, rice yields could reach 1,000 jin per mu, but that required sophisticated agricultural practices. Achieving such high yields here was unrealistic, but with the help of fertilizers, pesticides, and insecticides, she was confident that she could get 500 to 600 jin per mu.
Although the family's main source of income is the business, farmers rely on the land as their foundation and will buy more land in the future. This is the true foundation of farmers, their last resort and safety net.
Therefore, farmland must be managed properly.
A thriving farmland is a sign of prosperity and good fortune.
Qiao Lian'er put down her sickle, sat down on the edge of the paddy field, opened her spatial storage, and checked the type of rice.
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