Datang romantic little landlord

There are so many fish that cannot be digested in one catch, and the fish will not be delicious if they die.

Fortunately, the canal for fish farming in the rice fields is more than one meter deep.

Therefore, even if the water in the rice fields has been drained for harvesting, it does not affect these canals to continue to raise fish. This is the benefit of three-dimensional rice farming.

Li Wangyou didn't intend to sell these fish.

He is not short of money now, and he has long since lost the desire to raise fish and sell them for money.

Although this fish is not for sale, it can be used as a gift.

Li Wangyou pondered for a while, then called the old housekeeper Li Heng and Lao Cunzheng, and ordered them to arrange manpower to dig a canal on an acre of land every day to catch fish.

All the fish taken out are filled with water in wooden barrels to ensure the freshness of the fish.

After that, the farmers were asked to use a four-wheeled carriage to send it to Chang'an City immediately.Send it to the palace, as well as to the noble houses of various noble families, please try it out.

What he said made Cheng Yaojin and the others smile and praised Li Wangyou for being a man.Even Li Er showed a look of satisfaction, unceremoniously accepting Li Wangyou's filial piety.

In fact, if the three hundred catties of fish are distributed to each family, each family may only get one fish.

But to be able to taste fresh fish every day, everyone will naturally not feel too little.

After arranging the fish catch, it's time to harvest the rice.

Li Wangyou looked at his family's [-]-acre rice field, and suddenly asked, "Uncle, do you know how much rice is produced per mu in my Tang Dynasty?"

"Hehe, Ziyou, do you still want to test and teach me? Of course, I know very well that the rice fields in the south can produce about one stone and five buckets per mu."

Li Wangyou chuckled: "Uncle, you told Zhugong before that my nephew dug up [-]% of the paddy field, reducing the cultivated area of ​​the rice field. Now my nephew wants to make a bet with my uncle. I don't know if my uncle is interested. ?”

"What bet? I don't have any money!" Li Eryi was very vigilant when he heard Li Wangyou mentioned betting again.

After these several bets, Li Er suddenly realized that this kid has never lost a bet with others.Even though everyone thought they had a chance of winning, it was ridiculous to say that the final winner was actually this kid.

With the lessons learned from the Taiyuan Wang family, Hou Junji and others, how could Li Er make any bets with him.

"Hey, uncle, don't gamble, don't gamble. What my nephew means is that if my [-]-acre rice field harvests well, please consider what my nephew said before. That's too late."

Li Wangyou put away his smiling face, and bowed solemnly to Li Er: "This is what I say from the bottom of my heart, it's not a joke, Your Majesty, please learn from me!"

His words made Li Er, Fang Xuanling and others fall silent.

At the end of August and the beginning of September, seedlings are being planted and rice is rushing to grow rice. This is unheard of, and it has never happened in the past.

Of course they didn't believe what Li Wangyou said, they just listened to it as a joke.

But this rice field is not the same as raising fish, has no one heard of it?

But the more than 300 catties of fish were still alive and kicking in front of everyone's eyes, they couldn't help but believe it.

In fact, when Li Wangyou raised this matter, he was not very sure in his heart.

After all, although his hometown in later generations cultivated two crops a year, they usually planted one crop of rice and one crop of rapeseed, and never planted two crops of rice.

As far as he knows, in the area where the two crops of rice are planted in later generations, the early rice is harvested around July, and then the late rice is planted immediately, and the late rice is harvested in October to November.

But now it is the end of August, and it will be at least the end of September when the rice seedlings are raised and ready to be transplanted.

In this way, the harvest can only be harvested in December or January of the next year.

Whether this kind of rice can survive the winter is a fatal problem.

If the weather is cold this winter, the seedlings will all freeze to death in the ground before they mature, which is tantamount to doing useless work.

He was just betting that the temperature in Datang would still be hot this year, and it would be a warm winter.

Li Wangyou remembers that during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty in history, the earth was in a warm period, the temperature was surprisingly high, and there was no snow in Chang'an and Luoyang all year round.Because of the high temperature, even Sichuan can grow lychees.

It was not until the end of the Tang Dynasty and the beginning of the Five Dynasties that the climate began to become cold. In Chang'an and Luoyang, it often snowed heavily in winter.

If the temperature in the second year of Zhenguan was high enough, it would not be impossible to harvest rice at the end of the year.

Regarding Li Wangyou's words, Li Er was silent for a long time before he said, "Ziyou, let's arrange for someone to harvest the rice first. We will discuss this matter later."

Regarding Li Er's reply, Li Wangyou was also helpless, he really couldn't come up with more arguments to convince Li Er and the officials, so he could only give up and order the old village official to start harvesting rice.

After receiving the order from the old housekeeper Li Heng, Laocunzheng has already begun to arrange manpower to prepare for harvesting.

However, most of the households in Dingzhou Village now work as husbandmen in the four-wheeled carriage dealers in Chang'an City, and they can't find enough young people in a short time.

Seeing that there were not many households harvesting in the field, Li Er simply gave Cheng Yaojin an order to let the guards of Jin Wu who accompanied him take off their armor and blades and go to the field to help harvest.

These soldiers of the imperial army are all government soldiers, and they were originally farmers on weekdays, so it is natural to be unambiguous in doing this kind of farm work.

As the saying goes, there is great strength in numbers, with the help of hundreds of Imperial Guard soldiers, it took less than a stick of incense to harvest two or three acres of rice.

The ears of rice are stacked in bundles on the ridges of the fields, which is very gratifying.

Fang Xuanling immediately recruited a few more soldiers and asked them to fetch bamboo mats and wooden sticks.

Li Wangyou was baffled, what do you need bamboo mats and wooden sticks to harvest rice?

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Li Wangyou was in a daze, watching the soldiers take the bamboo mat, spread the harvested ears of wheat on it, and then kept beating them with wooden sticks.

Only then did he suddenly realize, and then a black line continued.

It turned out to be threshing... He had forgotten that Datang did not have a threshing machine, and threshing seemed to be done by manually beating the ears of wheat to make the rice fall off.

Even in later generations, Li Wangyou still remembers that he has seen a video shot by a travel blogger. In the mountainous areas of India, farmers still use this method to thresh rice ears.

But if you use this method to threat, you have to go to the year of the monkey?It is really inefficient.

Li Wangyou didn't talk nonsense, he pleaded guilty to Li Er, immediately led Niu Wu onto the horse, turned around and galloped towards the village.

His destination was naturally Liu Carpenter's house.

When Li Wangyou was a child, all wooden threshers were used at home.

When threshing rice, you must step on the transmission pedal with your feet, grab the ears of rice and stuff them into the fast-rolling threshing machine to knock down the grains.

It was not until mechanical threshing machines were popularized in the village that these old-fashioned manual threshing machines were gradually eliminated and became decorations, collecting dust in the corners of the yard.

In fact, it is quite tiring to constantly use the pedals, but Li Wangyou never got tired of it when he was a child.

Although his legs trembled and cramped every time he was tired, he would still rush to help step on the threshing machine when the farming was busy.