Datang romantic little landlord

Every time a bucket of rice is weighed, he will record a sum in the account book.

Li Er asked Du Ruhui, "Mr. Du, how much can Ziyou's rice fields produce?"

"Your Majesty, an ordinary rice field can produce about five buckets of grain per stone. However, a lot of land in Huxian County has been dug out for fish farming. In addition to the impact of the locust plague this year, I estimate that the yield should be about one stone. But this is not the case. It's quite worth it, just the [-] catties of fresh fish is beyond my imagination, Huxian Bo is really amazing!"

The eldest grandson Wuji who was on the side also interjected: "Yes, Your Majesty, I have never heard that fish can be raised in rice fields, let alone so many fish can be harvested. This is equivalent to an acre of rice fields, and two things have been done. .”

"That's right, even if the rice field in Hu County Bo's rice field is less than a stone, I think it's worth it."

Li Er nodded: "That's the truth. Ziyou's move was indeed beyond my expectation. I used to laugh at him for not being able to do farming, but he was taught a lesson by this kid. It's really embarrassing for me."

"Haha, Your Majesty, why don't we wait like this. But this kind of embarrassment, I hope to come a few more times." Du Ruhui laughed.

Li Er also laughed when he heard the words: "Haha, Du Gong is right. I hope he will come to this kind of embarrassment more times. Ziyou's method of raising fish in rice fields is worth promoting. In this way, the people of Tang Dynasty Life is so much better.”

While Li Er and the others were talking, the first mu of rice that had been harvested was finally weighed.

Holding the account book in his hand, Fang Xuanling seemed to read it several times, as if wondering whether he had added the wrong number.

"Fang Gong, how is it? Ziyou, how much does the rice field produce per mu?" Li Er asked.

Only then did Fang Xuanling raise his head, and it took a long time before he murmured: "Your Majesty, this rice field of Ziyou can produce one stone and seven buckets of rice per mu."

"Haha, that's not bad, after all, so many fish are produced...Wait, Mr. Fang, what did you just say? How much rice per mu?" Li Er laughed casually, and only halfway through the words did he feel wrong.

Just now Fang Xuanling said how much did Li Wangyou's rice fields yield per mu?

One stone and seven fights?

How can this be?

Fang Xuanling also showed a helpless expression: "Your Majesty, you heard it right. It is indeed one stone and seven buckets. To be precise, it is one stone and seven buckets and three liters of rice."

Hearing Fang Xuanling's confirmation of the yield per mu again, not only Li Er was stunned, but Du Ruhui, Changsun Wuji and others were also stunned.

For that acre of rice field, at least one part of the ditches for fish farming has been dug, and the remaining fields can produce so much per mu?

We must know that the best paddy fields in Datang, when the weather is favorable and the harvest is bumper, the output is only so much.

Affected by the locust plague at the beginning of this year, the reports from the local governments all stated that production would definitely be reduced.All the bigwigs in the court were troubled by this, so they rushed to Dingzhou Village today to discuss with Li Er about releasing food for disaster relief.

Li Wangyou's [-]-acre rice field was originally improved from useless saline-alkali land, and it is a miracle that rice can grow.

But now not only rice is produced, but the output is too high, right?

"Fang Gong, this is not a joke, is it? One stone and seven fights, you can't make a mistake, right?"

"Could it be that the scale is inaccurate? I'm afraid it's not enough rice buckets?" Someone asked suspiciously.

Fang Xuanling immediately shook his head: "Impossible, this is a weighing instrument issued by the Huxian County Government to the villages to collect rent and adjustment, and there is a stamp of the Hu County Government on it, how can this be inaccurate?"

"Quickly, come a few more people and weigh the rice again!" Li Er turned his head and told the soldiers of the Jinwu Guard.

Soon, the rice produced by that acre of rice field was weighed again under the crowd's watch.

The result is still the same, one stone and seven buckets and three liters...

Now everyone was speechless, they looked at each other and didn't know what to say.Li Er was stunned for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Move another acre of rice, hurry up! I want to see the result!"

Continuously weighed the output of several acres of paddy fields, and the difference was not big, basically about seven buckets with one stone.

Li Er really had nothing to say, and looked at Li Wangyou who was smiling and saying nothing: "Ziyou, you really gave me a big surprise today."

"Uncle praised it."

Li Wangyou smiled lightly, but in fact he was extremely proud in his heart.

Isn't it normal to have a high yield per mu?Otherwise, how to call it modern three-dimensional rice planting technology.

Before the paddy field is drained, the water in the canal is connected to the paddy field, and those fish live in the paddy field.

The floating matter and rice flowers in the rice fields are the feed for the fish, and the fish feces nourish the rice fields.Not to mention that so many ducks were released before, and the manure also nourished the rice fields.

In this way, the originally barren saline-alkali land has been improved and turned into a high-quality fertile land.In Datang, where there is no chemical fertilizer, the soil fertility is sufficient, and the rice yield will naturally increase.

Li Wangyou calculated in his mind that the yield per mu is equivalent to only 210 six catties, which is only about a hundred kilograms.

The field of his hometown in later generations also yielded about [-] kilograms per mu. The output of this [-] kilograms of rice is really not worth mentioning.

210 six catties of rice, husking will also lose 25% to 30%, the final rice output is actually only more than 160 catties, the yield is really low.

Li Er and the others were already amazed by the output of these rice fields.

A group of bigwigs started to discuss how to promote Li Wangyou's rice planting method in Guanzhong Road.

"Uncle, did you forget something?" Li Wangyou suddenly asked with a smirk.

Li Er was taken aback when he heard the words, what else is there?

495 Too late to regret

Li Wangyou smiled and pointed to the two acres of field beside him, which was the paddy field that he deliberately let people keep and not harvest.

"Uncle, have you forgotten? Didn't you tell Fang Gong before that my nephew ordered people to plant rice seedlings indiscriminately? The two acres of land are rice fields that my nephew asked people to plant by throwing rice seedlings. Why don't they let people harvest them now?" , look at the yield per mu."

After Li Er and the others heard this, they turned to look at the two acres of rice fields.

The rice at the mature stage seems to be the same at first glance, it is not as conspicuous as when it was just transplanted, and it can be distinguished whether the planting is neat or not.

Now Li Er dare not say that Li Wangyou is a rice field that has no knowledge of farming and sows carelessly.Li Wangyou had given them too many surprises today, and now he specifically mentioned the two acres of rice fields, there must be a mystery in it.

After being reminded by Li Wangyou, he, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and other big bosses walked up to observe carefully.

They are also heavy golden rice, which seems to be no different from other rice fields.

"Ziyou, are you going to continue to embarrass me and the gentlemen? Haha, if that's the case, then let me and the gentlemen see what is the mystery of your two acres of rice fields sown indiscriminately."

Fang Xuanling and the others also smiled with their beards: "Ziyou, the old man and the others made a mistake today. Just let people harvest it, let me wait and see what the difference is?"

Li Wangyou saw that Li Er and the others made such a statement, so it was not good to continue to be arrogant.Since Li Er, Fang Xuanling and others all bowed their heads and admitted their mistake, what else could he say.

The lack of a chance to pretend to be slapped in the face made Li Wangyou feel a little depressed, so he could only immediately arrange for the farmers and soldiers of the Jinwu Guard to harvest the two acres of rice fields.

The ears of rice are cut off one by one, stacked neatly on the ridge of the field, and then threshed and collected by a threshing machine.

Carpenter Liu's family moved quickly, and they rushed to make two more threshing machines, which were transported to the edge of the field, which made the harvesting speed a little faster.

Soon, the rice in the two acres of paddy fields will be harvested, and the rice can be weighed.