Everyone happily settled into their own homes and began moving. The previous move had taken two days, and this time, too. After they'd moved everything, Chunxiao cleaned and reorganized the house, especially the utility room. The other three bedrooms were empty, leaving only one room with a bed. She figured she'd have to ask her uncle to make some more beds, cabinets, and tables. Whether anyone lived there or not, it was always a good idea to be prepared.
Yesterday, she went to the town with Dahai. In addition to buying some daily necessities, she also went to the iron shop to order two pots. These two pots will be necessary when she picks up the meat at night in a few days. She also ordered three pairs of scissors. Her hands hurt from topping the branches, and she would have to remove the branches later, so it was good to have tools.
The wheat fields have begun to produce ears of wheat, and the yield is higher than before. How much higher will we know after the harvest. Villagers often ask his father how he grows the wheat. His father is not stingy and directly tells them that fertilizer should be added when the land is empty, and the seeds should be soaked in cold water before planting.
Some people thought his father was generous after hearing this, while others simply said that if his father didn't want to say it, then he didn't want to say it, so why bother fooling around.
In short, there are all kinds of ideas, and at this time it is a matter of personal opinion.
The cotton in the cotton field has borne fruit. Looking at the number of fruits, you know that the yield will definitely not be low. Yan Bingfa feels that her daughter is really good at growing cotton. The process is strange and the result is unexpected.
On July 12th, they prepared to harvest the wheat. Zhang's pregnancy symptoms had come and gone quickly, and now she could braise meat again. The two children watched over the cotton field. After finishing their chores early in the morning, everyone in the family went to the wheat field. At this point, the wheat in the surrounding fields still looked like it would take another two weeks to mature.
The ox cart was also prepared on the side, and everyone wore a straw hat on their head. There were many of them, so they harvested two and a half acres of wheat in a day. The wheat and the wheat stalks were piled in Chunxiao's yard. At this time, the courtyard wall and the bluestone slabs highlighted their role. After the wheat was harvested, it was much more convenient to dry and thresh the wheat on the bluestone slabs, and there was no need to take everything to the village threshing ground.
The wheat from the three families was divided into three piles, covering 15 acres of land. It took the whole family six days to harvest.
After the wheat was harvested and weighed, the yield per mu (approximately 200 jin, or 500 kg) was once around 200 jin (approximately 100 kg), but now it was around 270-80 jin (approximately 500 kg). Yan Bangfa was overjoyed. Dashan's 5 mu yielded over 1300 jin (approximately 100 kg), Dahe's 4 mu yielded around 1100 jin (approximately 100 kg), and Chunxiao's 6 mu yielded over 1600 jin (approximately 100 kg). It was truly a bumper harvest. Even after paying the 40 jin (approximately 500 kg) tax per mu, there was still plenty left over.
If the wheat from the three families were put together, even Chunxiao's yard was too big to spread it out. So Yan Dashan sent his own wheat to the village threshing ground for threshing. Such a large amount of wheat made everyone envious.
After drying the wheat for two days, each family began to thresh the wheat ears.
With their permission, Wangzu and Dongsheng also went home to harvest wheat.
The cotton is growing well in the spring, and will soon begin to boll. Once the bolls are in, the harvest begins. My family's wheat harvest took a full two weeks to thresh and hull. After deducting 240 kilograms of tax grain, the final harvest of hulled wheat in the spring weighs about 1,100 kilograms. Assuming each person consumes half a kilogram per day, that's enough to last for five or six years.
Yan Dashan asked Yan Bingfa if he wanted to sell some of the wheat at home, and they also made a net profit of more than 900 kilograms.
Yan Bingfa said he wouldn't sell it. If a family of seven ate this much refined flour every day, it would only last a year. Now that the family had some income, it wouldn't hurt to eat more. When the flour was ground into flour, it could be exchanged for some refined rice. He asked Chunxiao if she wanted to sell some. After all, Chunxiao was the only one in the family, but she had the most food. She couldn't eat it all by herself.
Chunxiao also said that she would not sell it. She did not need the money for food now. She just asked her father to help grind a few hundred kilograms of it and keep it there when he was free. She also said that if he could exchange it for rice, he would give her a few hundred kilograms of it as well.
The cotton fields no longer allow children from the village to catch insects because the cotton has entered the boll-bearing period, and she doesn't want the villagers to know too much, lest they all come to see her and she would be exhausted.
The Erhe family's house will start construction in three days. The date was chosen by the Feng Shui master and the location of the house has also been determined. Master Zhong came to see it yesterday, so the father and son went to buy materials today.
Chunxiao, along with Dongsheng, Wangzu, and Zhou, began picking the first round of flowers. She'd already prepared dozens of sacks when the wheat was threshed; they weren't expensive, so she just kept them there. The warehouse on the left was now covered in pallets, which she had her uncle make to her specifications. This way, the grain and cotton wouldn't get damp.
"Chunxiao, I see that there are quite a few flowers per acre of cotton. The yield is quite high. My cousin's family also has people growing cotton. At the time of harvest, they said that it was good to get dozens of kilograms per acre. Your yield should be at least hundreds of kilograms." Wangzu was a little unbelievable. He had watched over the cultivation of this land and he did take good care of it. However, cotton grown elsewhere was not without care. The good growth must be related to those strange techniques. He didn't expect that there were such methods in farming. He couldn't help but admire them.
Dongsheng felt strange as soon as the fruits were harvested. If cotton was so productive, why didn't the villagers grow cotton? Cotton was so precious. Last year, he bought two kilograms of cotton to make cotton clothes for his mother, spending a full 100 coins, and the cotton was stale.
"Brother Wangzu, it's hard to say how much the yield will be. We have to pick all the fruits and dry them in the sun before we can tell the number. This land is also thanks to you and Dongsheng for taking care of it, otherwise it would definitely not grow so well."
"You, the boss, are too polite. We get paid every month for doing the work we are supposed to do. My father even asks me every day if I need any help on the farm."
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