Bag after bag filled with rice were hung on the scale.
Two people lift together, and several people count.
Yanxingjing also allows students to count and calculate on their own.
Less than half an hour passed.
The rice from the three acres of land was weighed.
After everyone did some calculations, they couldn't help but look around.
"Brother Yu, have you figured it out? I think I made a mistake. But I've calculated it several times and it's the same number. I'm afraid I made a mistake somewhere. Brother Yu, can you let me see your previous calculation?"
"Brother Xu, are you wrong too? Me too."
"Huh? I miscalculated too."
"Come on, let's check the numbers first. Brother Yu has always been the best at math, so how could he make the same mistake as us?"
A group of students were whispering to each other.
But in the end, they found that the counts were basically the same. Except for a few who were indeed wrong, the rest of them seemed...
There is no mistake?!
"How is that possible?!"
"What's going on?" Seeing the students' voices getting louder and louder, Yan Xingjing frowned in dissatisfaction.
The students didn't care about anything else at this time and hurriedly gathered around:
"Sir, did you report the wrong number when you weighed us just now? The results we calculated are all wrong."
Yan Xingjing took the paper they were counting on and took a look at it:
"That's right. The number on the scale was checked by me and the other gentleman."
"Can……"
"Master, the results are out."
On the other side, the manager also took a few accountants to calculate several times before reporting back with the final result.
His face was full of excitement, and there was a hint of respect in his eyes as he looked at Xue Baochai.
Xue Baochai smiled, feeling somewhat expectant: "How is it?"
The steward grinned: "Two thousand five hundred and eighty-three pounds!"
When this number came out, the students fell silent.
Because this is the number they just calculated.
"Impossible! By this calculation, the yield per acre is over 800 kilograms. How is that possible?! The average yield per acre of rice is only 500 to 600 kilograms!"
"You must have remembered it wrongly. This is probably the output of four acres of land, right?"
The students were all shocked, and their first reaction was disbelief.
Yan Xingjing looked at the excited manager and had some vague guesses in his mind.
Looking at Xue Baochai, although she tried her best to remain calm, she also had a happy expression on her face, and she began to have a plan in her mind.
"This is indeed the output from three mu of land! There's no mistake. This year's rice ears are already fuller than in previous years, so this output is within our expectations."
Anyone who is an experienced farmer can actually have a rough idea of what a rice field looks like when they see it for the first time.
For these students, rice was something they had seen before, but the rice harvest was just a number in a book.
They couldn't put the number into concrete terms.
Therefore, even when they saw the plump ears of rice, they could not get excited, thinking that rice was just like that.
"How is this possible? But doesn't the book say that the best rice harvest is only 647 kilograms? Most of the time, it's around 500 kilograms! This 800-plus kilograms..."
"That's too exaggerated!" another student said.
There was an immediate chorus of approval.
Baochai smiled and said to everyone:
"If you don't believe me, there are still a few acres of unharvested rice. You can see for yourself."
As soon as these words were spoken, the students looked at the teacher.
Yan Xingjing also wanted to verify it and nodded slightly.
Li Ning was walking in the crowd and couldn't help but look back at the little girl who was chatting and laughing freely.
The sun was shining brightly on her fair little face, and for a moment, her heart seemed to be out of control.
After everyone left, Baochai did not follow them.
Today's matter is over, and she doesn't need to show up in person for the rest.
After going back to wash up, and being supervised by the nanny to take care of her little face, Baochai finally had a rest.
Xing Guoguo was lying on the recliner outside and couldn't help but sigh:
"As expected of a little girl like me, look at how generous and calm she was just now, wow!"
"Meow~" Host, you are so shameless! It is obvious that Baochai is excellent!
Since entering the village, the little fur ball turned into a kitten and rubbed against us.
At this moment, it was all gathered on Xing Guoguo's body.
Hearing this, he licked his little paw.
Xin Guoguo ruffled its newly combed fur.
Looking at the little guy's angry face, I couldn't help laughing.
"Meow~" Host, you are so childish!
嘤嘤嘤(┯_┯)
It’s time to lick the fur again!
So annoying!
Its beautiful fur must not be messed up!
Grunt!
*
Unlike the leisurely days of the master and servant, the students were now working under the scorching sun, sweating profusely.
They even spontaneously formed a long queue, from the field to the threshing floor, with one person standing every one meter.
They even called their own servants and page boys.
The main point is full participation.
Under such strict surveillance, all the farmers could not help but become cautious, fearing that they would accidentally offend these nobles.
But fortunately, there are many of them.
It is enough to just harvest those four acres of land.
After two hours of hard work, no one could remain calm when the final results came out.
"Three thousand four hundred and ninety-seven pounds?!"
After hearing this result, Yan Xingjing almost couldn't hold the teacup in his hand.
All in all, the yield per mu is even higher than the three mu of land just now!
Yan Zhiting has returned now.
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