Chapter 312: Production will definitely double
The old grandfather chuckled softly: "Don't worry, I have already reprimanded him severely."
"If you have any questions or problems that you can't solve right now, you can always come and consult me. You can talk to me about anything."
"Don't worry, I won't reveal a single word of our private conversation to Bo'er. I will keep it a secret for you."
Gu Yuexuan laughed at the gentle tone of her grandfather, which was like comforting a child. She sniffed lightly and agreed in a choked voice, "Okay."
The sun slowly sets in the west. Due to some delays this morning, the villagers who should have finished work are still working hard in the fields.
Gu Yuexuan gathered her confused thoughts and walked over to help. She accidentally overheard the conversation of people in the fields and stopped involuntarily.
"Auntie Wei, are you saying that our eight acres of fertile land only yielded a little over five hundred kilograms of grain?"
Aunt Wei sighed with a sad face, waving the sickle in her hand like a phantom, muttering to herself: "Isn't it?"
"At the beginning of the year, I was still hoping for a good harvest. I could sell some grain for some silver so I could buy a piece of cloth for my daughter's dowry. But now it seems all hopeless."
There are more than a dozen people in her family, including the elderly and children. This meager amount of food is barely enough to keep them fed and clothed for a year, so how could there be any extra?
Gu Yuexuan's heart sank suddenly, and she asked curiously, "I see that everyone in your family is good at farming, so why is the harvest so dismal?"
Aunt Wei's family has a large family, and there are six strong laborers working in Tu Su's fields every day.
So many people are working together, their sweat soaking the land, but can't they hear any response?
When Aunt Wei mentioned this, a layer of sadness covered her face. "Oh, don't mention it. Even if I try my best to take care of the child, in the end, I still have to rely on God's will!"
"The rice seedlings in the fields initially grew well, but unexpectedly, they encountered misfortune at the beginning of summer. Large areas of rice seedlings withered and died. In the end, only a small area of rice seedlings produced ears of rice, less than 30% of the total. Of those that did produce ears, they only produced dry husks, which were unsightly."
"Not only has a year's hard work been wasted, but what's even more worrying is how we're going to get through this cold winter."
These words immediately resonated with the people around them, who echoed their regrets about the poor harvest this autumn. Gu Yuexuan listened to the discussions around her, her movements coming to a sudden halt as she suddenly realized that this might be the opportunity she had been waiting for.
Isn’t this a God-given opportunity?
After the harvest, there are still many chores to be done at home, such as building new houses, plowing the land, etc. If most of these people can be retained at this opportunity, then the subsequent farm management will be much easier.
Her heartbeat pounded against her throat like thunder. Gu Yuexuan took a deep breath and interrupted everyone's heated discussion, "Auntie, what do you think of the quality of the grain harvested from my fields?"
Aunt Wei answered without hesitation: "How can this just be qualified?"
"Ah, after all, my young wife has seen better things, so she doesn't know what the worse ones are like!"
"That's right. The yield from one acre of your farm is equivalent to three acres of other families' farms. In other families, the whole family would sit together and laugh out loud. How can this be considered bad?"
Gu Yuexuan felt a little tired from squatting, so she simply sat down on the edge of the ridge and asked with a smile: "So, uncles and aunts, do you think my family's food looks good?"
"certainly!"
"Do you also hope for a good harvest next year and more food?"
When everyone was talking most enthusiastically, Gu Yuexuan brought up the topic at the right time.
Sure enough, most people turned their heads, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.
Aunt Wei, who was closest to her, nervously tugged at the muddy hem of her clothes and asked tentatively, "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Can the crops growing on my family's fields be so vigorous and productive?"
"Can you tell me how all this is done?"
The Tu Su family's harvest was unusually good, and it had long been a legend in the surrounding villages.
What is amazing is that many curious villagers flocked to Tu Su's fields, wanting to find out what was going on, but after seeing the excitement, those who returned to their own fields were still confused.
In the past, the Tu Su family was short of seeds and had to buy them everywhere on a large scale. However, the seeds they used were no different from those used by other farmers.
During the spring plowing and sowing season, the Tu Su family did introduce some new inventions to save labor, but the actual farming was done by hired people, and the entire process was under the watchful eyes of the villagers, so there was no secret at all.
However, what is puzzling is that among the many families that suffered poor harvests this year, the Tu Su family was the only one that stood out. Apart from good feng shui, is there any other unknown secret?
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but interject, "Could it really be that just by burning incense and praying before plowing, the power of feng shui is so effective?"
Gu Yuexuan couldn't help laughing out loud.
Amidst the curious and expectant gazes of many, she coughed lightly and spoke slowly, "This actually has nothing to do with Feng Shui, but if you trust me, you might consider joining my farm."
"A farm? What's so new about that?"
Such curious voices drifted away with the wind, and the crowd around Gu Yuexuan grew larger and larger.
There were those genuinely curious and those simply there to join in the fun, but once they entered the audience, it was hard to move. People on the periphery even stood on tiptoe, craning their necks, trying to squeeze into the crowd just to catch a glimpse and hear more clearly.
Gu Yuexuan raised her voice. "What I mean by a farm is actually to pool everyone's land, plan it in a unified way, and cultivate it in a unified way. The work in the fields will remain the same, but the yield of the fields will definitely double, or even more, and..."
"If you say that, isn't it the same as giving you half of the food from my own fields?"
A farmer decisively interrupted Gu Yuexuan's statement and retorted with a hint of sarcasm, "Alas, aren't you treating us like ignorant country bumpkins? Our few plots of land can hardly produce much fruit. If we give you half of what we produce, wouldn't we, who have worked so hard for a year, face starvation?"
Another farmer echoed, "That's right. Your promise of doubling the harvest is just an empty promise. I've been cultivating the land for half my life, but I've never seen anyone's fields produce a yield of 700 to 800 kilograms per mu."
Faced with these doubts, Gu Yuexuan did not get angry. Instead, she smiled and responded, "Old man, although your fields have never seen such a good harvest, in my fields, such examples are everywhere."
She suggested, "If you don't believe it, why not ask those who have witnessed it firsthand?"
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