I played as an assistant in ancient times

"What's the big deal about shrinking? Look at my linen clothes. They shrink even without dyeing." One of the women who took care of the patient in the cloth shed with Shen Xiaoye last time pulled her sleeves and said, "If I want to dye it, I'll go find Tang's cotton cloth to dye it."

She added: "Yesterday I didn't feel anything when I just opened it, but today Xiaoye looks handsome when she puts it on.

In my opinion, linen doesn’t block the wind in winter and doesn’t absorb sweat in summer, so it’s better to work two more days and choose cotton.”

A man beside him nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's a pity to dye the linen red. Fortunately, my family has planted an acre of cotton field in recent years. I decided not to sell the cotton this year, but to spin it into cotton cloth."

"Go ahead and blow it, the cotton thread you spin is full of small lumps. Don't let it get stuck on Tang's loom and then you go home crying." A daughter-in-law of the Shen family spoiled the show.

The woman punched him lightly, and scolded him with a smile: "You clever Bian, do you want to be beaten?"

"Hurry, hurry, sisters-in-law, help me block it." Bian also pretended to be panicked and hid. The women laughed and watched the fun. They also dared to laugh and make noise because they could avoid people behind the long straw stacks.

The little girls were startled at first, and then they secretly covered their mouths and laughed.

"Can you dye just one piece instead of the whole piece?" a voice asked weakly at this time.

Shen Xiaoye saw a girl of eight or nine years old with a rosy face, looking at her with hopeful eyes. She nodded: "Sure, dye it for one foot and five cents."

A piece of four zhang is equal to forty feet, and five wen per foot is a total of two hundred wen. She didn't ask for much for the dyeing process.

"How much is fifteen feet?" asked the girl next to Qian Ni'er.

Shen Xiaoye: "Seventy-five cents."

"Five feet is twenty-five cents. Wait, I'll go get the cloth." The pink-cheeked little girl ran away.

Shen Xiaoye couldn't quite remember whose child she was. "Can she make the decision? The skirt needs more than ten feet of cloth."

"Yes, her parents are not mean to their daughter. If they don't make a skirt, they can make a small jacket."

"You're talking like our mean daughter. Xiaoye, wait until your auntie comes home and measure Daya's size!"

"Aunt Qi, I'll come too."

"Can you dye a two-year-old boy a coat of red fabric?"

"No, my boy needs to make new clothes too."

Of course Shen Xiaoye could. After everyone asked a lot of questions, they went to each store to measure the sizes.

The little girls also went back to discuss with their parents, and even Qian Nier said she wanted a pink jacket.

She and Liao Dujuan were left looking at each other, "Sister-in-law, everyone is well off this year! Everyone is enthusiastic about making new clothes and buying meat."

"You may not know this yet, but your fourth uncle told me when he was butchering the pig that from tomorrow onwards, he and Geng Ge'er will teach children under the age of twelve to read and do arithmetic in the thatched cottage near the mill.

Then several families ran to nearby villages to inform their relatives to come and buy meat and cloth.

Learning to read at home is much more convenient than going to Tangjiaji.

I heard from my brother that the old teacher who taught the children had blurred vision and often took naps, and he was paid for nothing. "As soon as Liao Dujuan finished speaking, three gongs sounded in the threshing floor.

It turned out that the village head was standing on a long bench to inform everyone that the Empress Dowager would celebrate her birthday on June 28th and the Emperor would exempt the summer taxes and corvee labor for the first half of the year.

The threshing ground was suddenly filled with thunderous cheers, and the sound of gongs, accompanied by the villagers' laughter, reached the sky.

When Shen Xiaoye saw a group of naked children running into the village chasing the money from ringing the gong, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Tax exemption is good, her family can buy more food.

"Xiao Ye, borrow a cart to push the wheat." Shen Changsui actually came over carrying a bag of wheat.

Liao Dujuan said: "I'm going to push the cart home, Xiaoye is waiting for me."

"Thank you, sister-in-law." After she strode away, Shen Xiaoye patted the bag and asked, "How did you change it?"

Shen Changsui: "My uncle and the village head uncle decided to exchange one pound of meat for two and a half pounds of wheat."

"Have you found out the grain prices in the county?"

"Yes, the selling price is 600 wen per dan of rice and 500 wen per dan of wheat."

“The selling price has increased a bit per stone. The grain merchants are really good at playing games.

Grandpa said that the grain tax in the capital was 500 wen per dan of rice, but in Linghe the price was increased to 600 wen.

"Just eat less rice. The purchase price of wheat has dropped. It used to sell for 420 wen per stone, but now it's 40 to 70 wen less."

"If meat is sold at seven cents a pound, two and a half pounds of wheat won't be enough for seven cents now. We are all at a loss. If it's sold at nine cents a pound, we will lose even more.

And you're going to be a teacher soon, for free." Shen Xiaoye looked at the group of people who were still surrounding her great grandfather to exchange for pork, and pouted.

“It’s only from 5:30 to 7 in the morning.

I just noticed today that many people in the village are not even clear if they are over a hundred.

Simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are easy to teach." Shen Changsui wanted to hit her head, but he pulled back because of the oil on his hands and said, "Wouldn't it cost you money to go to other villages?

This wild boar brought us at least 350 kilograms of wheat, enough food for one person for a year.

Think about it, after we reclaimed the land last summer, we planted a season of soybeans and this year's wheat, and the total yield of wheat and beans per acre was less than 320 kilograms."

"The yield per mu is too low. When I read books before, I always thought that the yield per mu in ancient times was 300 kilograms per season, but what I saw on the spot was the total yield of two seasons." Shen Xiaoye really thought so.

Shen Changsui said helplessly: "I didn't read the book carefully. It says that the wheat and rice in the south can reach 500 to 600 kilograms in two seasons, not the north."

Shen Xiaoye defended: "It's wheat from the north, and I'm using the Confucius Mansion as an example."

"Haha, didn't you notice that the minimum yield per acre is thirty to fifty kilograms?" Shen Changsui was tired, but fortunately the little girl didn't study agriculture, animal husbandry or mathematics.

Shen Xiaoye sighed: "Soybeans cannot be eaten completely as food. Fortunately, we have sweet potatoes and corn here, but the corn yield is too low."

When she was harvesting the autumn corn last year, she couldn't believe it. The yield of her two acres of sloping land was less than 100 kilograms, and the corn planted in the upper field only yielded 100 kilograms.

Thanks to my grandfather who often took my uncle hunting, the family had enough food and money, so they didn't go hungry in the winter or suffer from famine in the spring.

"Uncle, last year was the first time we planted here and we are not familiar with the land. Should we try artificial pollination during the autumn corn pollination period this year?" Before planting, she took her cousin to choose again and again, picking the fullest seeds, which were just enough to plant half an acre of land.

Later, my uncle insisted on widening the rows and intercropping with soybeans, and my grandmother and aunt reluctantly agreed.

Shen Changsui agreed with both hands: "We must try it, leaving one ridge as comparison data, and taming it gradually.

And we have to talk the old man into planting only one crop on the slope next year to let it recover.

Speaking of which, the corn seeds we have over there have also been selected and cultivated for decades, and only with the addition of fertilizers and pesticides can they achieve high yields.”

Shen Xiaoye, "Uncle, can you make soil fertilizer?"

"I don't even know how to make compost." Shen Changsui felt that the car was coming too slowly, he looked around and said, "You take care of the wheat, I'll go see how much meat is left.

By the way, recite the Three Hundred Thousands silently. After returning home, Geng Ge and I will copy out a few more copies for the children to use as teaching materials. "

And my job? Shen Xiaoye rubbed his face, missing the printer so much. What should I do?