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Chapter 1159 Qizhuang's Wheat Harvest ([-])
It is not enough to reduce the yield of 120 kilograms per mu to [-] catties, because the Dawen Dynasty did not even have wheat seeds with a yield of [-] catties per mu, and the local spring wheat production is roughly about one mu and one stone and a half. The output of the first-class mature fields is about [-] catties per stone and ten buckets. If it is roughly converted to [-] catties of wheat per mu, it would be great.

Qi Ke grows winter wheat, which itself has a slightly higher yield than spring wheat. The most reason for this is to increase the yield of his [-] mu of farmland to [-] catties per mu. Any more will violate local common sense. The deputies tried their best to reduce the high-yield wheat production to the local normal production without frightening the common people. They have done such things as reducing water and fertilizer several times, pinching malt and picking ears.

So contrary to the crowd who came to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the harvest with great interest, the wheat field in Qi Ke's eyes was so sparse that it made people want to cry, and they didn't even want to look at it.

That night, Qi Ke entertained his friends in the house for dinner. The topic of conversation at the dinner table revolved around the wheat harvest from the beginning to the end, and the most concerned thing was the guessing of the yield.

"Ake, Ake, have you estimated how much you can charge?" Ding Rui, who was sitting next to Qi Ke's left, raised her elbow and gently bumped into her twice, and asked with sparkling eyes.

"Wet or dry?" Qi Ke held the bowl with his left hand, and held the chopsticks in his right hand to pick up the braised lion's head in the bowl in half and then in half, slowly picking up one piece and putting it into his mouth.

"Of course it's based on dry work."

"Five to sixty thousand catties, up and down by two to three thousand catties."

Dry means that after threshing, it reaches the standard for warehouse storage. Qi Ke, who once planted various crops including staple food in Qianhejing, has not gained his farming experience for nothing. As a top student, he has the ability to learn Super strong, repeated planting of the same crop several times is enough to explore the ability to estimate yield.

"so much?!"

The exclamation of the little friends made Qi Ke almost choke on the meatball in his mouth. The corners of his mouth slightly turned up, showing a reserved smile with a hint of pride. got a new idea.

Preliminary experiments on hybrid rice have begun, and she has to find local mutants for localization of wheat. She should keep her high-yield wheat for herself, and not rely on it to give people false hopes.

After seeing the beautiful scenery, the crowd enthusiastically rolled up their sleeves to work in the field the next day, and put away the baskets and ropes that will be used in advance. You don't have to judge when the scythe will be used, and the old village head will do it all by himself.

Qi Ke has become a hands-off shopkeeper very consciously, and she can do as everyone pleases. She just prepares enough food to reward the hard-working soldiers. It is necessary to eat meat three times a day.

The old village head kept watch for two days, and judged that the ears of wheat had finally reached the fullest state. Bai Qing immediately ordered the sickle to be opened the next day. He didn't even want to wait for an auspicious day for grain harvest, and wanted to return the grains to the warehouse as soon as possible.

Harvesting wheat is purely physical work. A strong laborer only needs to harvest more than an acre a day. If you include baling and transporting home, you can do less than an acre a day. Therefore, harvesting grain has always been a division of labor for the whole family.

This time, they were working in Qi Ke's field. Bai Qing and Cheng Feng brought in ample manpower respectively. They sent 200 people to the [-]-acre field, and each person cut an acre. After baling and transporting out of the field, several carts of mules and horses are waiting at the edge of the field to pull the wheat to the drying yard to dry in preparation for threshing.

(End of this chapter)