My husband Zhuge Kongming

Chapter 94 92. Yield of four and a half stones per mu (seeking subscription monthly pass)
In the back hall.

Sun Ce was still very angry, looked at Zhou Yu who came in at this time, and snorted, "Gongjin, do you still want Zhongmou to marry that so-called Lord Chu An?"

Zhou Yu smiled wryly, and shook his head helplessly, "If it can be done, it will be a good thing for Jiangdong."

"No way!" Sun Ce slapped the table and case, and after a while, he calmed down a little, "I know what Gongjin means, but...Jingzhou, my Sun Bofu, will be beaten right away, to comfort my father's spirit in heaven! "

Zhou Yu sighed, "It's not what Bo Fu thought."

"Then what does Gongjin mean?"

"If the matter between Zhongmou and that Lord Chu An can be achieved, I, Jiangdong, will have the right to intervene in the world's Chu paper business. Bo Fu knows, what is the price of medium Chu paper in Xudu and Jizhou?"

Sun Ce shook his head.

"In the beginning, a piece of medium Chu paper could cost hundreds of dollars, and high-grade paper could even cost hundreds of dollars. There is still a price but no market."

"Aren't you crazy? Is this... or am I waiting for the price to be too low?" Sun Ce opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Zhang knew that this batch of Chu papers came over, and Zhou Yu led someone to seize them. Although... this merchant is Zibu's younger brother, but this has to be done for outsiders to see.

Because they hold the right to distribute Chu paper, the price they sell to various families... [-] yuan for a piece of medium paper, [-] yuan for high-grade paper... and then share the profit with Zhang Zhi.

Knowing the prices of Chu paper in other states now, this is a loss of hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars in vain.

"With the convenience of Chu paper, will Bofu still want to use bamboo slips in the future?" Zhou Yu asked again.

Sun Ce naturally shook his head, "If it wasn't for the shortage of Chu paper...it's too expensive at the moment..."

"In Jingzhou, not just in Xiangyang, but in the eight counties, the price of Chu paper is [-] qian for medium paper and [-] qian for high-grade paper." Zhou Yu added.

Sun Ce then complained, "The Huang family in Mianyang is bullying me too much!"

"The Mianyang Huang family is raising a name." Zhou Yu frowned, speculating.

"Gongjin means...for that little gentleman?"

"Maybe." Zhou Yu sighed, "If Mr. Chu An comes to Jiangdong, Jiangdong's gentry can be settled, so there is no need to worry."

Sun Ce was silent, "I was the one who blamed Gong Jin."

"Nevertheless, the people from the Zhu Clan are so ineffective...it has caused Bofu's reputation to be ashamed...Gongjin's fault."

"Ah?" Sun Ce then remembered that Wang Can said just now...he was preaching along the way, "How are people discussing outside now?"

"It is said that Bo Fu should not bully a little lady."

Sun Ce: ...

"I bullied the little lady?"

"Very good, Jingzhou, right?"

"Gong Jin, after the autumn harvest, gather your best soldiers and attack Jiang Xia with me!"

"Okay." Zhou Yu responded naturally.

However, before that, the apology that should be given must still be given, and the apology that should be apologized must also be given.

……

In mid-July, Mianyang County, Huangjiazhuangzi.

Nearly a thousand acres of golden rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and beside the fields are densely populated people.

When the summer wind blows, it takes away some of the dryness and heat, and also makes the rice ears move with the wind, which is magnificent.

Huang Yueying wore a veil, and put on dark clothes today, looking at the ears of rice in front of her and bending her waist, her inner satisfaction seemed to overflow, and the smile on her face never stopped.

Fortunately, the weather has been good these few days, and the rice can be quickly harvested. Almost all of her [-] mu of land are planted with rice. Of course, the estates in the village and the ethnology must be harvested first.

Among the Huang family's villages, except for her own land, the corn and rice planted by other families are not ready to be harvested.

"My lord, the auspicious time has come." Pang Shanmin was also wearing coarse clothes, seeing the harvest, although he was happy, he was also serious.

"Okay." Huang Yueying nodded, and said in a clear voice, "Fellow folks, the Autumn Festival has not yet arrived, but the ten thousand mu of rice fields are now full of grains, and the ears are full of branches. I can't wait for the Autumn Festival."

The tenants next to me also smiled, yes... I really can't wait for the Qiushe.

"As the old saying goes, spring festivals pray for the growth of the five grains, and autumn festivals repay the ripening of the five grains."

"My lord was appointed by the Son of Heaven, and today I will ask for a favor from the heavens. After the autumn harvest, I will perform the sacrificial ceremony. At that time, I will repay the heavens with the abundance of five grains, the fragrance of animal wine, and the joy of all people."

"Autumn harvest, start!"

After finishing speaking, Huang Yueying bent down and cut a bunch of rice ears with a sickle first, signaling... the autumn harvest can begin.

Then, all the people cheered, and the children of the ethnology also cheered, and they started harvesting rice one after another. Even Gan Ning, Pang Shanmin, Zhang Zhongjing, Cai Shi, Zhuge Shi and the guards all started to work one after another.

And the acre in front of Huang Yueying will be reaped by her and the children of ethnology. At that time, they must be weighed carefully to see how much the acre yields.

"Sister, how much rice can we harvest in this mu of land?" Huang Jun asked Huang Yueying while cutting off a bunch of rice stalks.

"Four stones." Huang Yueying thought for a while, and then began to estimate.

In this era, whether it was corn or rice, the yield was generally about three stones per mu, which was about 360 Han Jin, which was ninety kilograms in later generations.

Of course, the mu in this era is also smaller than that in later generations. If it is replaced by the equivalent area and weight unit, the yield per mu is about [-] to [-] kilograms.

It sounds like, compared with the lowest yield per mu of six or seven hundred kilograms in later generations...the gap is huge.

In fact, the yield per mu of later generations was improved under the conditions of continuous selection and cultivation of crop seeds and continuous improvement of crop management methods.

In ancient China, it was not until the Song Dynasty that Champa rice seeds were introduced that double rice could be achieved a year.

Therefore, the four stones mentioned by Huang Yueying are definitely considered a bumper harvest in this era.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder, this Yang Xiu...can't really be in Jiaozhou, right?
"Four stones?" Huang Cong next to him was puzzled, then shook his head, "I feel more than..."

"It must be more than that. We took care of this acre of land ourselves." Zhou Daya also joined the discussion, "When my family used to plant land for the master's family, they planted both rice and corn...it is not as good as ours. Mu."

"Okay, let's talk after finishing it!" Someone else said beside him.

Harvesting rice is not new to the children of tenant farmers and workers, but it is quite new to the children of the Huang family.

However, during this year, because all the children take turns tending this mu of land, even the children of the Huang family know how to farm.

Huang Yueying laughed as she listened to the children's discussions. It was hard work when transplanting rice seedlings, but it was much faster when harvesting in autumn.

Although these children are small, they are numerous in number, and within half an hour, they collected all of this mu of land.

Then, Li Mu led people to step on a threshing machine to thresh the ears of rice. Of course... this is also the drawing provided by Huang Yueying.

Fortunately, this wooden one is not too difficult.

Seeing the ears of rice sticking in from one opening, and the rice flying out from the other opening and falling into a big wooden box, the children found it very novel.

Not only the children are novel, but other people who have never seen the threshing machine are also novel.

"Hiss, such an artifact... In the future, I won't use a wooden hammer when I'm threshing grain!"

"Exactly, so, even if the weather is not good, we can still grab the rice!"

"Yes!"

"It's really... I don't know who made it."

"It was made by Li Guanshi, but the blueprint was given by the lady, who said it was passed down by her mentor, the layman planting flowers." A craftsman explained.

"It's a layman again! The plow for spring plowing saves me so much effort, even the autumn harvest has such a magical tool..."

"It's really a blessing for me!"

……

Not long after, the rice threshing of one mu of land was completed. Although there were still some rice stalks, it did not affect the weighing.

Li Mu packed all the rice in three bamboo baskets, each bamboo basket was so loaded that a small mountain top popped out.

Thus, the weighing begins.

"The first basket weighs 170 pounds!"

The crowd cheered, this is only the first basket.

"The second basket weighs 180 pounds!"

The louder the call, the two baskets have almost reached the usual yield per mu!
"The third basket weighs 180 five catties!"

"Four stones!"

"Four stones are too much!"

"Hahaha, good harvest!"

"Thank God!"

"Thank God!"

Some tenants shouted excitedly.

"No, it should be thanks to the lady!"

"Not bad, thank you boss!"

"Thank you lady!"

Huang Yueying didn't care about these people's thanks, but just calculated the yield per mu. The total is about 530 nine Han Jin, which is about four and a half stones in this era. Except for some uncleaned rice stalks, there are always four stones , It is indeed a bumper harvest.

So, he also smiled and said, "Everyone, hurry up and harvest the rice! One mu of land can't be counted!"

"Hahaha."

"Extremely!"

　Chapter 1.

　　As the title.

　　Today there is a girl who grows grass, which is also unexpected.

　　Then I had to make complaints about the ward rounds today... Oh, the director made the ward rounds, and there were two directors, divided into chief and deputy, and referred to as major and minor.

　　The chief director usually comes to the ward once a week, and then starts to call the doctors in the front group (Xiaodao and other colleagues) to understand the patient, and understand the medical history and examination results one by one in front of the computer; The group of doctors sees the patients one by one.

　　After the chief director finished watching the patients in the front group, he called the doctors in the back group to understand the patients in the back group.

　　Then... the little director called Xiaodao and the former group of doctors to get to know the former group of patients...

　　Finally, the ward rounds started at almost ten o'clock, and the new patients had already arrived...

　　Xiaodao's heart: Can't listen together?

　　So during the day the anger was a little bigger, and it got better in the afternoon.

　　There are still two chapters left in the back of today, take your time on the trail, and don't worry about it, Baozi.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)