Wear 70 with the Taobao system

The young man ran back and saw that she was still standing there, relieved a lot and said, "Our secretary said no."

Xiang Nuan put on an easy-to-talk appearance: "If it doesn't work, forget it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

When she walked to the inspection team, she found that these people had been mowing for a long time and hadn't walked two meters away.

The harvested rice piles were filled with rice, and there was almost no place for people to stand.

Xiang Nuan looked at those rice piles thoughtfully.

Seeing that Xiang Nuan had returned, Cai Weijun breathed a sigh of relief.

A total of twenty people cut the rice.

For a normal one-acre field, even if one person cuts five trees and moves forward, it will take less than 10 minutes to harvest them all.

But in this experimental field, [-] people mowed for half an hour, but they still haven't cut one-fifth of it.

This is very fantasy.

Xiang Nuan didn't know if other people had noticed the problem, but she felt that there was definitely something tricky about it.

In the beginning, it was probably for Secretary Zhou and others to watch. All the harvested rice was not picked up and threshed immediately, but spread out on the rice pile.

But later, there was so much rice that there was no place to put it, so Cai Weijun called some strong laborers and asked them to pick the felled rice to one side of the dry and cracked field for threshing.

The threshing machine on their side is not the kind of beating, but the threshing is done by the rotation of the shaft and wheel driven by human steps.

In front of the threshing machine is a 1.5-meter-long rectangular "bucket" made of wood, in which all the threshed rice is contained, and it is considered semi-mechanical.

There was nothing interesting about harvesting rice, so everyone moved to the threshing side.

Two people stand behind the threshing machine, holding a handful of rice in their hands, and put the ears of rice on the rolling threshing machine. Iron hooks are installed on the threshing machine, and the rice is beaten down by turning.

And this rotation requires people to step on it.

So there are six people standing on a threshing machine. This is to thresh quickly. Generally, there are four people in a large family, and one person can operate it.

Two people stomped hard, two beat the rice, and the other two divided the picked rice into handfuls and handed it to the rice thresher.

The division of labor is clear and the speed is very fast.

Cai Weijun grabbed a handful of rice with some blue and water in it, spread it out in his hands, and showed it to Secretary Zhou.

Secretary Zhou picked up a grain of rice and crushed it with his teeth. He could see the white rice grains and some pulp.

"It's quite plump," Secretary Zhou said.

Cai Weijun said: "This is the experimental seed we have worked so hard to get."

Secretary Zhou was very satisfied.

If these seeds can be spread, the common people will not starve to death.

It's not too early after watching it for a while.

Cai Weijun proposed to let everyone go back to the commune cafeteria for dinner.

It will be a while before the field is harvested.

Secretary Zhou wanted people to stay and supervise.

Otherwise don't worry.

Xiang Nuan raised his hand to express that he could stay.

Secretary Zhou thought about the sun, no matter how capable Tao Xiangnuan was, she was still a little girl. Little girls love beauty, so don't get tanned.

But Xiang Nuan persisted.

Seeing this, Secretary Zhou couldn't say anything, so he left two people behind, and then a group of cadres led by Cai Weijun went down to the cafeteria, and someone would bring them food later.

Not long after they left, everyone else went back to eat.

For a while, only Xiang Nuan and the others were left here, as well as those who were guarding the field ridge.

With his hands behind his back, Xiang Nuan kept walking on both sides of the rice field and threshing.

In fact, there is nothing to stare at in the rice fields.

She mainly wanted to keep an eye on the threshing side.

I'm afraid that someone will sneak in some rice to make up for it.

It's not impossible.

Xiang Nuan stayed at the scene, which made Sun Xiangcai a little worried.

He found the right opportunity to walk up to Cai Weijun.

"That Tao Xiangnuan is not a fuel-efficient lamp, you find someone to watch her, don't do anything bad."

Cai Weijun said: "Don't worry, there are people watching at the intersection, she can't get through."

"We can definitely harvest [-] catties of rice in this mu of land. I said that the yield per mu is [-] catties, but I didn't say it was sun-dried."

Sun Xiangcai nodded, but still said: "Be careful."

Cai Weijun nodded.

One mu of land, twenty people, harvested from ten o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon, and it took half an hour to eat in the middle.

Based on the number of people and the time spent, let alone one mu of land, even ten mu of land will not be far behind.

Math test questions appeared.

Question: A skilled farmer can cut almost one mu of land in one day. This day generally refers to from five o'clock in the morning to five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

After deducting the half hour for eating in the middle, it will take ten hours no matter what.

Then I would like to ask, how many acres of rice can be harvested by [-] people in four hours.

Anyway, no matter how you calculate it, it shouldn't take so many people to spend so much time harvesting an acre of land at the same time.

In order for Secretary Zhou and the others to see the miracle of [-] per mu, the threshing machines of the entire Red Maple brigade were basically concentrated here.

It didn't take long to finish cutting over there, and it was all finished here.

Next is the weighing part.

Several old men took out a thick and long scale, and first weighed the rice basket.

A rice basket weighs eleven or twelve catties.

Then start weighing again.

Someone here weighs, and someone records it there.

The people from the Propaganda Department kept clicking on the rare scene with their cameras.

It was almost four o'clock when all the rice was weighed.

The final statistical results shocked everyone.

The counted rice has a total of 28 catties.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding.

Then the crowd began to applaud inexplicably.

Some people shouted: "The Hongfeng Commune is so powerful that it actually grows rice with a yield of [-] jin per mu. This is a great miracle."

Xiang Nuan: "..."

It's not a miracle, it's a miracle.

It happened that a group of birds flew over and landed in the field looking for the fallen rice to eat.

The sun was shining in the sky, the flowers smiled at me, and the little bird said, ha, ha, ha, you little fool.

Although Secretary Zhou also had doubts, but under the supervision of someone, the rice with a yield of [-] gold per mu was really planted, which made him lucky again.

His term of office is coming up next year, and if he can report this matter, it will be regarded as his political achievements, and then it is more likely that he will be transferred to the city to become a leading team of the city.

Xiang Nuan also saw that Secretary Zhou was very moved.

He wanted to admit it.

Xiang Nuan hurriedly said: "Everyone, don't be too happy, I think there is still a problem with this matter."

Everyone was discussing excitedly that they would not be hungry anymore, but Xiang Nuan jumped out and poured cold water on him.

Immediately, someone asked displeasedly: "What does Secretary Tao mean by this?"

Cai Weijun and Sun Xiangcai were sweating immediately.

Xiang Nuan said: "To be honest, the yield per mu is [-] jin. This kind of thing will only appear in fairy tales."

Even with the help of various chemical fertilizers, the later so powerful hybrid rice could not reach the yield of [-] per mu.

In such a backward mountain village commune in the 70s, some people dared to boast.

Simply incomprehensible.

"If your Xinghua Commune can't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it." A cadre Xiang Nuan didn't know said, "Is Secretary Tao jealous that other communes are better than you?"

Xiang Nuan just wanted to give this dear friend two things: idiot.