Chapter 303 The quality of rice is not good enough
"I understand you're all incredibly busy, but no matter how busy you are, you can't ignore the rules. Once the bottom line is crossed, it's difficult to recover. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated!"
"Especially you, Xuanxuan!"
Gu Yuexuan lowered her head humbly, as if she was willing to accept the instruction. The old grandfather was still worried and personally went to the granary to inspect it.
The old grandfather's heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife.
When he heard that the thieves who stole the grain maliciously dumped the rice on the ground, and a lot of food was wasted, he was so angry that his brows furrowed.
For those who work hard in the fields, every grain of rice embodies their blood and sweat.
Whether it is such a despicable act as theft or such a heinous act as wasting food, it is both infuriating!
Tu Subo was worried that his grandfather would be furious, so he hurried forward to support him and comforted him softly, "Grandfather, I have some clues about this matter, and I believe we will make a breakthrough soon."
The old grandfather was both angry and unwilling to let this matter delay their business any longer. His face was gloomy and he said, "Really?"
Tu Subo: "What you said is true."
After hearing this, the old grandfather calmed down a little. Before leaving, he reminded us: "You have worked very hard during the day. Go to the winery to rest at night. There is no need to go back home."
As a result, only the old grandfather and the old lady were left in the family.
Tu Subo's eyes flickered, and there was a deep meaning in his slightly tilted pupils, but he didn't utter a single word.
Tu Suting was worried and asked, "Father, can you handle Mother's situation alone?"
The old grandfather glanced at him with disdain, his tone unquestionable: "What's the problem? If she can throw dishes at your heads, will she show mercy to me?"
Tu Suting, the descendant who was often punished by his mother, was speechless for a moment. He took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "That's true."
"Then, father, please leave the door open. I will go to visit you in the dead of night. If nothing unexpected happens, I will return."
The old grandfather nodded in agreement without any concern, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked home.
Tu Suting was concerned about the winery and hurried back to his work.
At this time, it was broad daylight, so naturally there would be no ignorant thieves coming here. Gu Yuexuan had no time to care about anything else and hurried to the fields to check the harvest.
To harvest rice, one must take advantage of clear skies. Every sunny day in autumn is a precious gift from God.
If you miss this good weather, once it rains, there will be endless troubles.
Before they set out for the fields, Uncle Guo, with a serious expression, repeatedly promised to take good care of the granary. Tu Subo noticed the smoke rising from his pipe and raised his eyebrows slightly.
In the fields, pieces of golden rice fell one after another under the sharp sickles. The people following quickly tied the harvested rice into bundles, which were then easily thrown onto the shoulders by the strong farmers and quickly carried to the mule carts waiting on the side.
The mule cart loaded with rice bundles moved slowly towards the threshing ground.
The rice harvested today will be quickly rotated in the threshing barrel to remove the plump grains, and then evenly spread on multiple layers of oilcloth, bathed in the sun, waiting for the husks to fall off and eventually turn into pure white rice.
The skilled craftsmen designated by Gu Yuexuan could harvest and thresh 15 acres of fertile land in just one day, and in just four days, the remaining rice would be collected.
She bent down slightly and gently picked up a bunch of rice ears that had accidentally fallen to the ground. Her fingers gently twisted the rice husks and she couldn't help but frowned. "The rice in this area is not very abundant. Even if it is threshed, the quality of the rice is difficult to reach the best."
"By the way, have the rice grains we carefully selected been packed into bags according to their appearance and quality, and have they been properly labeled?"
"Everything is ready."
Tu Subo gently pushed the straw hat on her head to make it fit better, and said gently, "Divide the rice into three grades according to its appearance: high, medium, and low. Then, classify them and bag them separately and store them properly."
Hearing this, Gu Yuexuan relaxed a little and murmured softly, "The quality is different, so the price is naturally very different."
"Once we develop a new variety of grain with a unique taste, we can then set aside a special field to grow this valuable variety."
She is obsessed with pursuing new varieties that can significantly increase yields.
However, high-yield varieties often have mediocre taste, while the yield of varieties with unique taste is difficult to increase, which is like you cannot have your cake and eat it too.
High-yield varieties can achieve small profits but quick turnover by relying on their large quantity, while low-yield varieties with unique taste can be precisely marketed to specific wealthy groups.
The profits that can be made by mixing the daily meals of ordinary families with the exquisite small bowls of rice of wealthy families are by no means insignificant.
When it comes to making money, Gu Yuexuan never lets go of any opportunity.
She calculated the issue repeatedly in her mind, and suddenly turned her head to stare at Tu Subo: "It seems that you haven't answered the question I asked just now."
"Have you thought of a clever plan to catch the thief?"
For other things, Gu Yuexuan might not care whether she knew about it or not, but this matter was no exception.
Those who dare to invade her granary and steal her rice will pay a heavy price!
Sensing the anger in her tone, Tu Subo imitated her posture and squatted down, saying softly, "Uncle Guo changed his pipe. I heard that the tobacco inside was a gift from my nephew. Did you notice?"
Gu Yuexuan didn't notice it. She was confused and asked, "Really?"
"Doesn't this substitution seem extremely strange?"
"There's actually nothing unusual about replacing this thing."
Tu Subu Bolue straightened his back and motioned to the villager carrying the rice stack to hand him a bundle. He easily lifted the heavy bundle with one hand and placed it on the floor of the mule cart. Then he slowly walked back to Gu Yuexuan and whispered in her ear, "Ordinary tobacco leaves are indeed ordinary, but the tobacco leaves sealed in that bag are extraordinary. Don't you think this is quite strange?"
Gu Yuexuan widened her eyes, her face full of shock.
Tu Subo continued calmly, "Do you still remember why we decided to ask Uncle Guo to guard this place?"
This is not only because Uncle Guo comes from a poor family, but also because he is naturally smart and extremely alert.
This elderly man rarely feels sleepy at night. In addition, he has been taking care of his sick wife for many years, which makes him more easily awake. He rarely has the chance to close his eyes throughout the night.
Moreover, Uncle Guo's hearing is extremely sharp, and he can quickly detect even the slightest movement.
When night falls, Uncle Guo always walks alone, with his hands behind his back, around the threshing ground several times in the moonlight, and he is still full of energy the next day.
Considering that the old man worked hard at night and that Gu Yuexuan and Tu Subo never let him get involved in any tiring work when there were many people around during the day, fatigue could not be the reason.
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