Free Days in Siheyuan

Another old man echoed, not thinking it was a fuss at all.

This is a good seed cultivated by Xiaoyu, and every grain is precious. Without this ear of corn cobs, it means that dozens of corn cobs will be planted less next year, and more will be planted in the year after. This is a big deal. can not be ignored.

Although the area of ​​the small courtyard is not too large, Zhang Yu has divided it into several planting areas, but when these corns are piled together, the quantity is still somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

Except for Zhang Yu, the eyes of everyone present looking at the pair of corns were shining.

Uncle Zhao couldn't help but rushed towards the corn pile, grabbed two ears of corn and stuck his face on it regardless of whether he was doing it cleanly.

Tears streamed down his face while rubbing, and he said tremblingly: "Good corn, good corn!"

Even without weighing, they can see that this batch of corn is definitely not much lower than the previous batch.

A group of people were excited for a long time before reacting.

Uncle Zhao was the first to speak out: "Where is the scale? Quickly weigh these?"

As soon as this remark came out, the sound of looking for scales sounded one after another around.

"Here, here I am." Zhao Feng was sharp-eyed, and was the first to spot the scale beside the well, picked it up and shook it towards the crowd.

After hearing this, Uncle Zhao rushed to Zhao Feng's side first with a skill suitable for his age, grabbed the scale in his hand and walked towards the corn, without even looking at Zhao Feng.

With the scale, these people couldn't wait for the extreme corn to be peeled before weighing them together, and decisively chose to weigh while peeling.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the first basket was quickly stripped out. Zhao Feng was clever this time. In order to get the news as soon as possible, he grabbed the weighing job with another young man.

After the first basket of corn was hung on the scale, everyone rushed to the scale one after another, wanting to know the yield as soon as possible.

Those who responded quickly rushed to the front, and those who reacted slowly fell to the outermost.

If they couldn’t squeeze in, they shouted directly outside: “How much? How much? How much does this basket of corn weigh?”

"Don't squeeze anymore, you can't see clearly anymore." Several old people who were almost pushed down shouted loudly to the back. While shouting, they did not forget to use their bodies to build a barrier for Uncle Zhao so that he could look at the scale.

"110 catties, 110 catties!" The weight made Uncle Zhao rub his eyes in disbelief.

After hearing Uncle Zhao's words, the others couldn't bear it anymore, and squeezed in with all their strength, and after squeezing in, they looked at the scale over and over again.

Under the disbelieving eyes of a group of people, they weighed it several times, and it was the same result.

Everyone rushed towards the corn that hadn't been peeled like a frying pan, and all the corn was peeled out after 10 minutes.

After weighing the baskets one by one and removing the water, Uncle Zhao estimated that the final yield per mu was about 700 catties.

As soon as these words came out, the disbelief on everyone's faces almost overflowed.

They knew that the estimated yield of the batch of corn that Zhang Yu planted in the small yard last time was 600 catties per mu, and they thought it would be a good thing if the yield could be stabilized at 600 catties this time.

The ability to achieve a yield of 600 catties per mu this time means that the corn cultivated by Zhang Yu is stable and can be planted on a large scale. I did not expect the yield per mu to increase.

"700 catties, woohoo! 700 catties!" A wolf-like voice came from the mouth of a young man, but no one felt that they shouldn't be so excited, and cheered like him.

The young people present also came from that era of hunger, and they all knew the importance of food. After being excited, they surrounded Zhang Yu in the middle. Several young people looked at each other and smiled, and then rushed towards Zhang Yu In the past, before Zhang Yu could react, he was lifted up and thrown into the sky.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Zhao's blood pressure went up. He yelled loudly: "Put it down, put Xiaoyu down quickly! What should I do if I fall into Xiaoyu?"

As soon as Uncle Zhao said this, the other old people also reacted and shouted at the crowd: "Be careful, you all be careful, don't fall into Xiaoyu's head."

You can't fall on Xiaoyu, what if you fall on your head?
Xiaoyu's brain is a baby that can grow high-yield crops, what if it breaks?
The booing young man was scolded by the older generation, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally put your eyes on Zhang Yu's head, the original dissatisfaction was gone.

What Mr. Zhao and the others said seems to be right, Xiaoyu's head is a treasure, so don't let it fall.

Zhang Yu's face was full of black lines after hearing these words. His brain is important, but co-authoring with others is not important.

Zhang Yu was a little chilled by so many people looking at him, and he was not afraid of attention, but the key point was that the places these people looked at were a little too penetrating.

Seeing a group of people looking at his head with bright eyes, Zhang Yu knew what they were thinking without saying anything. In order to prevent his head from being poisoned, he quickly changed the subject: "Uncle Zhao, this corn can only be eaten after it is dried." For seeds, where should they be placed in the sun?"

Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, everyone's eyes moved away from Zhang Yu's head. Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at these people leisurely. Where is the vanilla corn going to dry?

This year's planting area is many times larger than last year's, and there will naturally be more corn harvested. Naturally, careful consideration should be given to the area of ​​corn.

"How about drying in the yard?" Someone tentatively offered a suggestion.

Before he finished speaking, someone objected excitedly: "That can't be done, what if someone steals it, this is not ordinary corn, even if it can make up 700 catties of corn seed, I feel sorry for missing a grain No way."

As soon as this remark came out, the others also became nervous, and also echoed: "No, no, no."

"Then why don't you transport it back to our yard to dry?"

Uncle Zhao was a little moved by what he said, but he shook his head again after thinking about it: "No, outsiders often come into our yard, and so many corns are drying at once, which will definitely attract attention. Besides, the children nearby But there are quite a few, children are not sensible, if they draw two of them..."

Although Uncle Zhao didn't finish his sentence, the meaning in his words was clearly expressed.

When everyone thought about the consequences, they all covered their hearts: they can't think about it, they can't think about it, it hurts when they think about it.

"What should I do?"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Zhao Feng made a suggestion: "Why don't you let the sun shine here? The place here is big and you can do it well. At worst, I'll take a few days off and stay here."

"Xiaofeng's idea is good, let's do it like this." Uncle Zhao slapped his thigh, expressing decisively that Zhao Feng's idea was good.