Dressed as the cannon fodder who died prematurely, I will marry the villain in anger

With a lot of people and a lot of strength, it took less than an hour to harvest all the five acres of rice.

When Lu Desheng came out this time, he also brought the accountant from the yamen with him.

As the saying goes, sporadic calculations every month are 'ji', and total calculations for a year are 'will'.Accounting, in charge of tax revenue, monetary expenditure, and responsible for monthly accounting, annual meetings and other important tasks in the government.

The rice in the five acres of land is harvested, and all the grains are smashed out with a threshing machine, the leaves that have been mixed in are cleaned, and finally weighed.

This time, we used the big platform scale.

Everyone looked at the official entourage, pushed out a big guy, and then put the packed wet rice sacks on it, and then read the scale.

The little official next to him fiddled with it, and then reported a number, "110 two catties!"

This made the onlookers look surprised, it was much more worry-free and trouble-free than pole weighing.

After the last sack of rice was weighed, the final statistics came out. They harvested a total of 2000 two hundred catties of wet rice in their five-acre paddy field.

Lu Songli also quickly calculated in her mind, the yield per mu was counted as dry grain.

2000 jins of wet rice, after drying the water, there will be about 360 jins left.Calculated, the yield per mu is [-] jin.

This is already very good. You must know that the current yield per mu is about two hundred and seventy-eight catties.

Lu Songli knew that this was the result of proper rice density and full use of photosynthesis.

After Lu Songli figured it out in his head, not long after, the yamen's planner converted the dry and wet rice and came to a conclusion that the five mu of rice planted by transplanting could yield three or four buckets more per mu.

This time Lu Songli and his daughter came to inspect, and they also asked the counties to come to the village to invite a representative to accompany them.

These people are all good at taking care of the crops. Just now they felt that this piece of rice is growing well and the harvest should not be low.

Hearing this conclusion, everyone was stunned.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and collecting two or three buckets of grain more per mu is a beautiful thing that ordinary people dream of.

Because the annual tax is fixed, every grain of grain that is prolific in the field belongs to them.

For this reason, the common people really go out early and return late to serve the fields.

"Mr. Mo, how is this land grown? Teach us!"

"Yes, teach us."

Representatives from these villages circled around Mo Lianfeng.

Seeing this scene, Lu Songli, father and daughter Lu Desheng looked at each other and smiled.

If they want to promote the transplanting method and some better planting methods, they must first get the approval of the common people and let them cooperate willingly.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is believing.

The land is the lifeblood of the common people, and it is very difficult for them to change their farming habits unless they have seen it with their own eyes.

The besieged Mo Lianfeng repeatedly begged for mercy, "Don't be like this, the government will promote rice field transplanting next year."

The village representatives asked excitedly, "Is this true?"

Mo Lianfeng: "It's true, if you don't believe me, ask Lord Lu."

Hearing this, the big guys looked at Lu Desheng in a hurry. They hesitated, not daring to surround Mo Lianfeng like they did.

Lu Desheng spoke at this time, and he said with a smile, "Don't worry, everyone. The rice field transplanting method will indeed be promoted next year. In addition to rice, there will be some methods for planting other crops. At that time, the government will send people to the village to teach you. of."

"Great!"

"Yeah, that's really great."

Next, with Lu Desheng's permission, Xiangping Juntun treated them to a meal with the newly arrived grain.

After the inspection, Lu's father and daughter went back home.

Zhan Ruoshui, who was rubbing against the car, looked depressed. His senior brother had just talked for a while before he was sent away by his senior brother.

Zhan Ruoshui asked him what he wanted to do, but he didn't say anything.

Still the same sentence, let him visit him again before leaving Liaodong County.

Zhan Ruoshui: ...I don't dare to take this seriously any more. Forget it. Let him take a look when he has time.

On the way back, Lu Desheng asked his son-in-law whom he hadn't seen for a long time, "Where is Qin Sheng?"

Lu Songli replied, "The last time I received a letter saying that I was in Huainan, the letter was sent half a month ago. With their footsteps, they will arrive in Qingzhou soon, and Xuzhou if they are slow."

"Is he a tortoise? Walking so slowly!" Lu Desheng said with disgust.

Lu Songli smiled and said, "Father, I know you miss him. Don't despise him. After all, he took [-] to [-] victims on the road." Naturally, the movement of large troops is not as fast as that of small ones.

"Hmph, who misses him?"

"That's worrying about him."

Lu Desheng: ...My daughter is becoming more and more proficient in buttoning her hat.

Nanyang

After Dilong turned over, countless houses collapsed, broken walls were everywhere, and there were wailing screams from time to time. At first glance, it seemed like a hell on earth.

Some of the disaster victims from the southern regions who followed the grain team of the Liaodong Chamber of Commerce to the north, got some food in the team, and left the team with their families to fend for themselves.

There was a small group of people who came to visit relatives in Nanyang, and the Luo family was one of them.

But the current Luo family regretted their decision to come to Nanyang to visit relatives.

"Father, what crime have we committed?" Mrs. Luo cried uncontrollably.

Their family had just experienced floods in the Southlands. Fortunately, they met the Liaodong caravan, and the family also had a way out.Later, he broke away from the main force and came to visit his relatives, thinking that he would be able to settle down when he came to Nanyang.

They didn't know they had just arrived in Nanyang, and they met Dilong turned over, why did they have such a hard life!

"Don't cry." Luo Dayi got up and began to pack the only luggage left at home.

"Master, what are you doing?" Mrs. Luo asked.

"Let's go to Liaodong County and chase after the grain transportation brigade of the Liaodong Chamber of Commerce!" Luo Da replied in a muffled voice.

They all went through the floods in Nandi, and it took a month for Nandi to start resettling the victims, and it is estimated that Nanyang will not go anywhere soon.

When the woman heard her husband's explanation, she couldn't help shivering when she thought of the experience of being locked up outside the city gate for a month before the disaster in Nandi.She got up from the ground and took her family to help pack the luggage.

At this time, relatives came to see if there was anything that needed help. Seeing the couple packing their luggage, they couldn't help but ask why.

After getting their answer, the relatives were stunned.

"If you are willing, we will go together together." Luo Da said, he thought to himself, in short, he can't stay in the south and wait to die.

Relatives have heard about their experience in the Southland more than once, and he has also heard their worries just now, but as the saying goes, the homeland is hard to leave...

The relative counted his family's food and said, "One month, if we grit our teeth, we may not be able to make it through."

Luo Da said, "The problem is that after a month, the government may not be able to resettle the victims."

He heard that the south land can resettle hundreds of thousands of nearly one million victims because of capable people.

Here in Nanyang, it is difficult.

Luo Da whispered his worries.

After listening to Luo Da's words, the relatives remembered the virtues of their parents and officials, gritted their teeth and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go back and discuss it with my parents!"

In the end, the relatives also decided to go together, and they also notified their relatives and friends.

Some go together, some don't want to go.

Relatives who didn't want to leave still laughed at them, so they didn't hide the reason for leaving.

In this way, one word spreads to ten, ten spreads to hundreds, and waves of victims in Nanyang leave their hometowns and go north.