Water Margin farming to become powerful

Chapter 5 Saying that Farmers Get Their Minds

After staying in Dengzhou City for two days, Xie Bao also came to the city with a hunting fork.

When asked, Xie Bao said that it was cold and had nothing to eat alone in the shack at Shili Pai. Yesterday, it snowed heavily. He saw that the well they dug was soaked in heavy snow all night and did not collapse. After watching it, I went to Dengzhou City to stay with my two elder brothers.

After Xie Bao finished speaking, he threw the steel fork away and ran into the kitchen to grab a leg of lamb and ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

The next day, Sun Xin grabbed Xie Zhen and Xie Bao from the bed early in the morning.

The two muttered to themselves what they were doing so early, but Sun Xin had already gone outside to wait for them.When Xie Zhen and Xie Bao got dressed and came out, Sun Xin pointed to the outside and said, "It's almost spring sowing, and the animals for farming haven't been found yet."

"Didn't Brother Sun Li say that during the spring sowing, he would help us go to a nearby farmer's house to lead two cows. If it is really impossible, does he still have military horses in Dengzhou City for us to call?"

Sun Xin didn't take it seriously when he heard it. Once he started farming, he needed the help of farming cattle to level the land, dig wells, apply base fertilizer, and sow seeds.

In these days, Sun Xin has also learned about the way ordinary farmers grow grain these days. These days, Dengzhou grows two crops of grain a year. One season is millet planted in late spring, which is harvested in autumn. After the autumn harvest, winter wheat is planted in the second season. Harvest at the turn of spring and summer in the second year, and then plant millet.

As for the yield per mu of these two kinds of grains, it is about one stone.

The first moment Sun Xin heard about the yield per mu, he thought he had heard it wrong.

The seeds of millet and wheat are one bucket per mu, which means that the output of these two crops is only ten times that of the seeds used these days.

This is also too low.

An adult strong laborer has to eat at least one stone of grain a year, which means that one mu of land can barely support one person these days. If it is a family of three, it must have at least four mu of land for farming to survive. Going down, if there is a slight famine, you have to borrow food or escape from famine.

Then Sun Xin learned that the crop rotation with two harvests a year is actually the most advanced planting method these days...

Before winter wheat became popular in this era, farmers in Dengzhou only planted millet for one season, and planted sorghum in the rest of the time. It was considered good to be able to harvest one and a half stones of grain a year.

And Sun Xin clearly remembers the basic output of the grain-growing cooperative in his previous life—half a ton of grain per mu.

Half a ton, a thousand catties, is equivalent to about ten stones in this era.

Not ten stones a year, but ten stones a season.

The most basic method of planting the land of his cooperative is to plant in two years and three seasons.

On average, the annual output per mu is [-] shi, which is more than seven times that at this time!

After knowing the grain yield per mu this year, Sun Xin felt confident. He finally understood why the dowry of [-] shi of grain from Hujiazhuang was enough to discourage most people.

In these years, it would take five or six years for a family with half an hectare of land to collect the gift, but for Sun Xin, the hundred shi of grain was too simple.

Not to mention other things, the 0.5 catties of seeds he is currently hoarding in Shili brand in his previous life are 0.7 tons of peanuts, [-] tons of wheat, and [-] tons of corn.

Although the yield per mu in this era is definitely not comparable to that in the previous life, but with this high-quality seed resources, the average yield of half a ton per mu can always be obtained, right?This figure is definitely considered a bad harvest in later generations, but it is more than five times the average yield per mu in this era!

Then Sun Xin felt a sense of urgency.

None of these fine varieties are specially used for breeding, and the yield will degrade!

Sun Xin knows very well that the only thing he can do is to keep the germplasm resources as much as possible.

The immediate priority is to save seeds.

Sun Xin couldn't guarantee whether the seeds would still be alive next year. He had to sow the six hundred catties of seeds into the soil this year.

If you succeed, marry Hu Sanniang, if you don't succeed, you will be in trouble.

So much land needs intensive cultivation, Sun Xin calculated that he must get at least three cows before spring plowing!
"Brother Sun Xin, where are we going?"

Xie Zhen and Xie Bao finally changed their clothes and followed Sun Xin to go out.

"I'm going to the pharmacy, you two go to Dengyun Mountain and bring me a deer."

A cow had to exchange six shi of grain, and Sun Xin didn't have the money at all. Although he knew that he would give it to Sun Li when he asked for it, he didn't want to empty out his brother's family fortune.

In the previous life, Sun Xin worked as a barefoot doctor for ten years before professional farming after retiring from the army. Although he was only a barefoot doctor in the countryside in the 90s, after getting the memory of Sun Xin in this life, he found that he was a vocational high school student in the 90s with a Chinese medicine college. Definitely surpasses most doctors in this era.

Xie Zhen and Xie Bao were born as hunters. They followed their father up and down Mount Yun before they were ten years old. It may be troublesome for them to hunt jackals, tigers and leopards, but they can easily catch muntjacs.

Hearing that Sun Xin wanted the mountain muntjac to make medicine, the two took the steel fork and medicine arrow and left the city.

Sun Xin went to the pharmacy in Dengzhou City and bought a lot of herbs.

When they returned home, Sun Li who was sitting in the hall asked curiously: "The two of you, Xie Zhen and Jie Bao, heard that you left Dengzhou City?"

Sun Xin said with a smile: "Ask them to help make medicine. Is there any wine at home?"

Sun Li knew that his younger brother was studying military medicine with his father in Qiongzhou. He had a heroic personality, and when he heard that Sun Xin asked for wine, he would let his younger brother torment him, so he asked the soldiers to move two jars.

Sun Xin saw that what Sun Xin brought was a jar of village-brewed turbid wine, which was suitable for use, so he went to the stove to tinker, and after a while he used pots and pans and yellow mud rags to make an earthen still.

Sun Li put his waist on the side and watched Sun Xin toss, but he quickly understood the working principle of Sun Xin's still, and asked curiously: "Do you use this thing to distill wine?"

Sun Xin nodded, poured wine into the pot, put a still on the pot, lit the stove and boiled it for a long time.

Soon Sun Li and the soldiers next to him shrugged their noses, and their eyes were full of surprise.

"It smells so good!"

Sun Xin cut off the head of the wine, took a glass of the warm wine in the middle, mixed it with water to reduce the temperature, and gave each of them a small sip.

After a small glass of wine entered his throat, Sun Li boasted happily: "This wine has strength! Why don't you sell this distilled wine?"

Sun Xin shook his head.

It is not enough to make distilled wine from rice wine.

Sun Xin made a fortune late in his previous life, and he actually worked as a distillery when he had no work. It is precisely because of this that he came to this era without the idea of ​​distilling wine.

If you want to produce baijiu on a large scale, you have to research baijiu koji. Using this kind of fermented glutinous rice to steam wine, not to mention the trouble, and the output is low and the quality is poor. What's more, opening a distillery in this era has to worry about food supply all the time. This thing is not In the Northern Song Dynasty, even low-alcohol yellow rice wine was a controlled material, let alone distilled wine. If Sun Xin really wanted to open a distillery, the raw material channel alone would make him want to break his head.

After thinking about it, Sun Xin knew that unless one day he had a lot of cheap food in his hands, he wouldn't even have the idea of ​​opening a distillery.

(End of this chapter)