Chapter 891 Ridicule and Ignorance
Facing the ridicule from the people who did not accept the reform, Jing Chun did not care at all, but Guan Tao and his people felt uncomfortable, as if they had really done something wrong, because they themselves had no idea about the farming methods of the Han tribe.
The barren land caused by hundreds of years of farming made them realize that planting too densely would only result in a total loss of crops, and they had to pay two or three times more seeds than others. These seeds were also food, and if they could not grow or the harvest was not good, then they would be miserable.
Especially three days after Jing Chun and Guan Tao had finished sowing, the land of the villagers who had sown in advance without the reform had begun to sprout, and small green seedlings were drilling out of the ground, while Guan Tao and his people had nothing in their land. Under this comparison, coupled with the ridicule of those people, even those who supported Guan Tao could not stand it, and they went to Guan Tao to ask for advice, to see if they could dig some seeds out of the soil. Even if the seeds were wasted, as long as there was no harvest, it would be fine.
Guan Tao was in a dilemma, because some of the words he heard too many times made him feel that they made sense. Now, Guan Tao even began to doubt whether Jing Chun really wanted them to plant so much per acre because he thought that the more they planted, the more crops would grow, and he would be able to win in the end.
However, Jing Chun was sent by the governor of Tiezhen County after all, and he said that everything should be cultivated according to the method Jing Chun said, so Guan Tao couldn't say some things.
He specially killed a duck to entertain Jing Chun in the evening. Although there was no wine, the two of them were not good drinkers, and they had never even drunk wine, so they didn't want to.
At the dinner table, Jing Chun and Guan Tao's family were gnawing on duck together. Guan Tao pretended to be indifferent and said, "Brother Jing, you were sent by the county magistrate to teach us skills, but our place is remote and there are few people. The villagers are not knowledgeable. Some people don't understand you. There are often rumors in the village. Please don't take it to heart."
Jing Chun was gnawing on the duck wings with relish. Hearing Guan Tao's words, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Rumors? Brother Guan said, 'Only if you plant more can you grow more, and only if you grow more can you beat them'?"
"Uh, brother Jing, please don't take it to heart with them." Guan Tao seemed a little embarrassed when he heard Jing Chun's reply. He thought Jing Chun didn't know it, but after all the fuss he finally knew what the villagers were talking about.
However, before Guan Tao finished speaking, Jing Chun immediately waved his hand and said, "Brother Guan, don't worry, I won't argue with them, because what they said was not wrong. They are right. I just want to plant more so that I can produce more corn. Otherwise, we don't have as much land as they do, so how can we win? The county governor told me to win."
Guan Tao's eyes widened in surprise.
No, it seems that this guy really thinks so? !
When Guan Tao thought that he and his people might really become the ones who mocked him and got nothing, he felt heartbroken.
He tried to calm himself down, and then explained to Jing Chun earnestly.
"Brother Jing, you may have just arrived and don't know much about the land here. The land here is different from that of your Han tribe. We have been farming here for hundreds of years and several generations. The land is getting poorer and poorer, and the grain output is decreasing year by year. If it weren't for the difficulty of moving, we would have planned to move the whole village to another place and reclaim the wasteland. At that time, we can let the land here fallow for a few years.
You let us plant so much like this. If we only plant 30% of the current amount, it may not grow well. Now that we have planted so much, it is really possible that there will be no harvest!
Otherwise, otherwise, otherwise, let's go over tonight and secretly dig out some seeds. Let's plant less. As long as we plant well, we still have a chance to surpass them." Guan Tao tried to persuade him.
"Jing Chun was speechless for a while. He asked puzzledly, "Why does Brother Guan have the same opinion as them?"
"Because the land is poor, we have never planted so densely before. It is really possible that nothing can grow. It doesn't matter if we lose at that time, but I am afraid that those who support me will starve together." Guan Tao tried to persuade him again.
"No, no, wait a minute, Brother Guan, I know the land here is barren, but didn't I lead you to apply fertilizer?" After listening to his advice, Jing Chun was too tired to complain and hurriedly spoke out to stop him.
"Guan Tao was speechless again. Just the mud? Is it really useful?
"Brother Jing, I know the county magistrate has assigned you a task, but we..." Guan Tao tried to persuade him again, but was immediately interrupted by Jing Chun.
"Brother Guan, I know what you want to say, but I didn't do this deliberately to win. We have always planted like this over there.
Whether you believe it or not, it will only take a few days for the seedlings to emerge. Why not wait a few more days and see?
Besides, all the things you worry about are unnecessary. Didn't the county magistrate tell you before that you just plant according to what I said. If there is really a loss, the county magistrate will not sit idly by and will definitely not let you starve. With the county magistrate to cover you, what are you afraid of?"
"Well, then okay."
Guan Tao failed to persuade them. He thought that this was the only way. At most, he would no longer be an elder. If that didn't work, he could ask the county governor to help him move to another county. Is there really no place for him?
The next day, Guan Tao had to use Jing Chun's words to persuade the villagers who supported him. Everyone didn't know what to say. They just said, wait and see. If the corn doesn't grow well, they should dig up the seedlings and replant them. At most, they would be a little tired, lose a batch of seeds, and harvest half a month later than others. At most, they would have to keep their heads down in the village. Otherwise, what else could they do? Who told them to be under the control of the Han tribe now?
After another three days, the seedlings finally emerged in Guan Tao's field. Everyone was relieved that the corn didn't grow. However, some older people found that these small corn seedlings seemed to be stronger than the ones they usually planted. However, they didn't dare to confirm it because they had just grown out.
Seeing the seedlings in the field, Jing Chun came to the field again and walked on the ridge to inspect the situation of each family's field. He looked at the ones he had guided to plant and found that the seedling emergence rate of a family was relatively low. He wrote it down directly and then went to the family to ask them to dig some seedlings from other places to replant. With Guan Tao's endorsement, everyone did not dare to do anything to the agricultural technician sent by the county governor, so they had to do it.
After replenishing the seedlings in all the fields, Jing Chun came back and looked at the fields of the rest of the people. The corn seedlings in their fields had grown a trumpet-shaped leaf. Several years of planting experience told him that the corn seedlings were not growing well and looked malnourished. In particular, many weeds had grown in the fields to compete with the corn seedlings for nutrients, but the villagers turned a deaf ear to it, as if they had not seen it, and did not even care. He shook his head and went back without saying anything.
And those relatives who were related to Guan Tao couldn't help sighing in their hearts when they saw that the seedlings in other people's fields had grown leaves, while theirs had just emerged.
A few days later, when the corn in Guan Tao's field had grown a leaf, the corn in other people's fields had grown two leaves. At this time, they did something tricky. Instead of removing the weeds in the field, they began to water the corn.
When Guan Tao's tribesmen saw this, they hurried to find Guan Tao and asked him to water the corn together. Guan Tao couldn't make a decision on his own, so he asked Jing Chun about it directly. However, Jing Chun's answer was, "No, I saw the sky in the east turned red this morning. It will definitely rain in the next two days. Even if it doesn't rain today, it will definitely rain tomorrow."
He said it decisively, but Guan Tao and his tribesmen were skeptical. As a result, it really rained lightly in the evening of that day. This ability to predict the weather by looking at the sky made Jing Chun famous in the village, and Guan Tao and his tribesmen felt proud. But before they could finish their breath, they were dumbfounded again.
Because this spring rain was very small, the raindrops were not big, just a drizzle, and it lasted for at most an hour.
What can such a small amount of rain do? It would be better to lie on the ground and lick the saliva.
The next day, other villagers continued to water the fields, but Jing Chun still did not allow Guan Tao and his friends to water. After a few days, the fields of other villagers were all moist and dark, while the surface of the soil in the fields of Guan Tao and his friends was dry and white.
Guan Tao was forced to find Jing Chun again to ask about watering, but Jing Chun ignored him. He just said, "Brother Guan, ask the villagers to prepare hoes and get up at sunrise tomorrow to go to the fields with me."
"Are we going to water the fields too? But you don't need a hoe to water!" Guan Tao asked puzzledly.
"No, we won't water the fields. We will go to weed."
"" Guan Tao was speechless again. Weeding? Why do weed? They have never done it, okay?
It's just planting a field. When did it become so troublesome?
Things have come to this point. Guan Tao has no way out. Now even some people in the tribe have begun to talk about his faults behind his back. But what else can he do? He has offended the villagers and even his own tribe. If he offends the Han tribe again? He will really have no place to stay in the future.
Guan Tao had no choice but to inform everyone in the tribe to prepare hoes tomorrow and go weed with the agricultural technicians from the Han tribe.
The next morning, a large group of people carried hoes to the fields to weed, which immediately caused ridicule from other villagers.
"This member from the Han tribe is really stupid. Look at their fields. They don't water them when they should. Now they come to weed for nothing. How tall can the grass grow? It can be taller than the corn. It doesn't get in the way. Why is he weeding it?"
"Maybe that person has never seen what corn looks like? He doesn't know how tall corn grows!"
"Hahahahahahahaha"
A group of people started laughing, causing some young people on Guan Tao's side to clench their fists.
(End of this chapter)
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