Ning Ye gripped Zhang Zihe's shoulder and said, "You should know that when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first test their will, starve their body, and exhaust their muscles and bones. Although Zifeng is a girl, I have never thought that girls are inferior to boys. Can't you have a little confidence in your sister?"
Looking at his younger sister's pleading eyes, Zhang Zihe thought about what Ning Ye had said and could only harden his heart. "Zifeng was so happy to become an apprentice just now, so she probably won't be afraid now. Maybe these things only look difficult and aren't that hard."
Zhang Zifeng rolled her eyes. She knew her brother could be unreliable at times.
Of course, Ning Ye wasn't that devilish. After all, he knew exactly how difficult this thing was. He just let Zhang Zifeng take a look first, and when the time was right, he would start explaining things in detail.
As for this little girl, although she says she doesn't want to learn Chinese, this book is entirely edited in Chinese. If she doesn't learn it well, she simply won't be able to understand it.
To know whether a seed will bear fruit, you have to wait and see how long it takes to grow.
To encourage Zhang Zifeng, Ning Ye brought over a little gadget, a kaleidoscope that many children have played with.
"Zifeng, look through this little eye at the sun and see what kind of different world is inside."
Zhang Zifeng took the kaleidoscope, and when he saw the dazzling and colorful scene, he was deeply attracted. Who could resist such a sight?
After all, in this already impoverished era, even colors were scarce.
Such flashy and elaborate things are a complete killer for a little girl.
Zhang Zifeng asked excitedly, "Brother Ning, this thing is so pretty! Can you give it to me as a gift?"
Ning Ye smiled and said, "This was originally meant to be a gift for you. What were the conditions you wanted to ask me before? Tell me, and if they're not too unreasonable, I can agree to them."
Zhang Zifeng chuckled, "No need, Brother Ning, how about this? I really like this thing, what's it called?"
"This thing is called a kaleidoscope. It's made using the knowledge I'm going to teach you. If you can learn it, you'll be able to make something just as beautiful."
Zhang Zihe also took a look, and he was equally shocked. If this thing were to circulate outside, it would definitely become the most beloved item of the young ladies of noble families.
The visual impact far outweighs any other kind of impact, that much is undeniable.
"Young master, is science really that interesting? Could you teach me a bit more?"
Ning Ye coughed twice and said, "Zihe, I think you're already doing a great job teaching others to read and write. Let's not think about this kind of thing anymore."
Zhang Zihe said, both amused and exasperated, "Young master, I didn't hear a hint of tact in your words. Let's just be direct next time, there's no need for this."
"Everyone has their own talents, and some things can't be forced. You mustn't worry about it. Of course, if you do worry about it, well, you'll only know what true despair is."
Ning Ye has always been well aware that in the eyes of some geniuses, many things are completely illogical and may be things that you may never understand even if you spend your whole life trying, but in reality, they are not difficult at all for these geniuses.
Zhang Zifeng suddenly said, "By the way, Brother Ning, if I really make something, will it belong to me?"
Ning Ye squatted down and said, "What you create is naturally yours. Of course, you also need to check whether what you create is dangerous, so you must tell me."
Zhang Zifeng nodded vigorously. "I understand, Brother Ning. I will definitely study hard and I will never harm anyone."
Ning Ye could only wait and see about Zhang Zifeng's situation, but the autumn harvest couldn't wait any longer. When the first frost arrived, the harvest had to begin.
After a whole summer of hard work by thousands of people, the first harvest from the newly reclaimed wasteland was certainly not satisfactory, but there were also high-yield seeds from Ningye.
Therefore, Ning Ye's expectations for this autumn harvest were mixed. As long as the harvested grain could sustain these people until the summer harvest next year, then everything would be worthwhile.
When Ning Ye arrived at the field, over a thousand people were already prepared. These were all people with good physical strength, while the women and children did not participate this time.
The bright red cloth strips were ready, and Ning Ye was holding a sickle. However, most people's farming tools were just wooden ones, since iron was extremely scarce in any dynasty, and it was impossible for everyone to have one.
All eyes were fixed on Ning Ye, because they had survived until now only because of Ning Ye's compassion. Without Ning Ye, even if they didn't die, they would never be able to live like a human being.
Ning Ye raised his sickle high and said, “Everyone, today is the day of harvest, and also the day I fulfill my promise. I will weigh everything here and take only 30% of it. The rest will be divided equally among each household. However, next year you will have your own farmland, and how much you can grow will depend on yourselves.”
As Ning Ye's sickle tore open the red cloth, he naturally took the first strike, and then everyone followed suit, shouting loudly in unison.
The bustling scene of people was quite lively, and Ning Ye was also immersed in the work. Fortunately, the wheat harvest went very smoothly. Although harvesting other side crops was more difficult, it was all completed within a few days.
The golden grain filled the warehouse, a sight that brought immense joy. The technical work was handled by Zhang Zihe, Lin Qinshu, and Xiaoqing, along with some other accountants.
In this era, it's not uncommon for women to appear in public, but Lin Qinshu was still very happy to be able to hold such an important position. This was also a genuine affirmation of him by Ning Ye.
Since none of the three of them could possibly harbor any greedy thoughts, the weighing went very smoothly this time, and when everything was put together, it actually reached a total of 20,000 shi (a unit of dry measure).
This number even seemed a bit absurd to Zhang Zihe, since even if other people doubled their yields, they still couldn't grow this many.
The majority of these were Ningye's so-called high-yield wheat, which was simply too high-yield.
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