Crossing straight to the blue sky

Chapter 192 How does it taste?

The clothes of these three people were not like those of the nearby villages, but rather like young masters from some family who came out to play, with servants.

Du Chun'an had to take part in this kind of scene, and bowed to the men, "It's okay for the children to be like this. Brothers, if we have something to ask the village chief, please tell the village chief."

When Uncle Li asked the village head's family, the children were very resistant. Du Chun'an didn't ask directly, but beat around the bush and asked the villagers to talk.

The man had never seen the world but he was not stupid. No stranger would say it immediately. Instead, he looked at a few people again, threw the hoe in his hand to the ground in fear, and asked, "Why are you looking for the village chief?"

Adults and children are equally vigilant.

"Our convoy traveled a long way and saw a village here. I wanted to ask the village chief if he could let us enter the village."

"This..." After looking at the villagers who came with him, the leading man hesitated. He couldn't decide this kind of thing, and he had to let the village chief come.

After thinking about it, I asked, "How many of you? How long do you plan to stay?"

"Brother, it's great if you can make the decision. Now, I'll go over there with you and have a good talk."

All three of them could see clearly that this man was incapable of making decisions, but Du Chun'an didn't mention this, pointing to where he was going to go to the grain drying yard.

Qingyun clicked his tongue a few times, as expected of an old fritter in the officialdom, what he said was different.In her words, let the man call the village head, or she go to the village head's house.

The man was a little embarrassed and said, "I can't decide this matter. Our village head must agree. Then, I will ask my brother to go back and inform the village head. You wait here."

A man behind him turned and ran towards the village.The other men didn't leave, but stayed here, wanting to ask each other, how many people came?See if there is a chance, and go to their home in several people.

Their village household is small, the place is a bit remote, and far away from the county seat. Apart from cleaning up the work in the field and buying some mountain products, there is no other way to make money.

Dozens of people don't necessarily come to a stranger, and suddenly there is a stranger today, which is a happy event for them.

It was also the idea of ​​the other men not leaving.

Qingyun saw the golden rice on the other side of the river bank, shining like gold, and was very happy.

"I'll go over there and have a look."

Seeing that their negotiation was over, Qingyun pointed to the other side, said something, stepped on the wooden bridge, and went to the rice field across the river.

Du Chun'an and Uncle Li are not easy to stop them, one is a subordinate and the other is a team member.Mr. Song didn't stop Qingyun from doing anything, let alone them.

The children were still hiding behind the adults. Seeing that the adults at home were not fighting with outsiders, the little brother went to the other side of the river, and they followed suit.

Qingyun raised her eyebrows, glanced at the children following her, took down the weeds, knocked on the child, raised her eyebrows and said, "What are you following me for? Don't stop me?"

The child hummed and turned his head to ignore her.

Just across the bridge is the paddy field, forming a large area, estimated to be two to three hundred mu, which is quite different from the population of mountain villages.

A villager in the field was harvesting rice. Seeing Qingyun on the side of the road, he glanced at her and then at the dolls in the village, and continued harvesting rice.

Qingyun raised his eyebrows, looked all the way over, and found that the rice in this paddy field was growing well.Qingyun jumped off the ridge of the field and measured it with his hands. The ears of rice were almost an inch long. The grains of rice were full, and there were only a dozen or so empty ears in the whole.

"What are you doing?" Those children were curious about Qingyun's movements, they all jumped down, looked at Qingyun and then at Daozi, it was the same as last year's Daozi, there was no difference!

"I think... I won't tell you." Qingyun let go of the ears of rice, and hummed twice before imitating him. The child was so angry that he stared at her, puffing his cheeks like a toad.

Qingyun smiled, his eyes swept across the paddy field.According to the common sense she knows, the cultivation level in ancient times was very backward. It is considered very good that an acre of land can produce four to five hundred catties, and the general one is only a little more than three hundred catties.

The yield of modern hybrid rice is [-]-[-] kg per mu, and it can reach [-] kg in a better field, and about [-] to [-] kg when dried.

The yield of this piece of rice is not comparable to that of hybrid rice, but it is much higher than that of ordinary fields. In ancient times, it was considered a high yield. According to visual estimates, it is about six to seven hundred catties per mu, and the yield has doubled.

Qingyun clicked his tongue, squatted on the ridge of the field, picked a few grains from the ears of rice, and peeled off the husk to reveal a slightly yellowish color of rice. He threw it into his mouth and chewed it, which was slightly sweet.

The old man harvesting rice in the rice field had seen a rich young master squatting beside his field, at first he didn't understand what the young master was doing, and he didn't go there until he saw the young master peeling the millet to eat, so he came over with a smile.

"How does it taste?" The old man was smiling, his swarthy and old face was marked by years of baptism, and he looked at Qingyun kindly.

"It's a bit sweet." Qingyun said, looking up at the old man, seeing that the old man was about to go to the ridge of the field, he gave him a hand, which shocked the old man's children and grandchildren in the field.

"Old man, how did you grow this field? The rice yield is much higher than my family's!" Qingyun was curious, couldn't help asking, and glanced at the villagers in the field.

No wonder, seeing these people, she didn't see any abnormalities. She was used to seeing modern people who are strong and strong. Except for the refugees who fled from famine and saw that they were skinny, she didn't notice that these villagers were not thin or thin. unusual to come.

If she hadn't seen that the rice yield had doubled, maybe she wouldn't have thought in that direction.The villagers have no shortage of food, and if they are full every meal, they will naturally not lose weight.

The old man chuckled, glanced at Qingyun, and said with a smile: "See? You are a young master who is not short of food or drink, and you don't understand even if I tell you."

Qingyun: "..."

The young master can't get over this stalk, and he can't help but say that you are the young master.

Qingyun blinked, remembering that old man Song had said the same thing about her before.

She really doesn't know how to farm. The old man in the family likes it. She has planted a few acres, and she has done all the work of transplanting rice seedlings, double plundering, and cutting rice. If the old man ordered her, she would be beaten.

Several of her brothers have done it, and she is no exception.Even if she is the youngest in the family, she is still a daughter, the old man has no idea that her daughter should be rich.

In peacetime, Qingyun doesn't care about these things, thinking of the place where she is going to take office, the far-sighted Qingyun feels that it is necessary to dig out this secret recipe so as not to have nothing to eat.

Qingyun never thought about the white wolf with empty gloves, and it is also a secret recipe to grow things well.

Qing Yun pondered, when they settled in the village, established a good relationship with the villagers, and then helped them do practical things, spending some money, it would not be difficult to come up with a secret recipe.

"Old man, I'm leaving. Take it easy when you're older. You're the one who suffers. Let your children and grandchildren do it. What do you do to have a son? It's at this time."

Qingyun left these words, climbed up the avenue on the river bank, clapped his hands and turned back.

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