The great hero of the Silk Road, starting from a farm farmer

Chapter 2 One hundred catties of wheat per mu, what's the use of growing this land!

When he first realized that he was a time traveler, Song Yingkui was still excited for a while, thinking that with the knowledge and skills in his mind, he could lead his family out of poverty no matter what.

However, after two months of groping, he realized that let alone making a fortune, it is very difficult to change the status quo of life a little bit!
Isn't it said that it is better for time travelers to study machinery and chemical engineering?I studied mechanics and worked in a chemical factory (fertilizer factory is also a category of chemical factory). Isn’t this a natural preparation for time travel?However, the reality is that at least so far there are no advantages to speak of.The so-called technologies he knows have no room for display in this remote mountain village.So for now, just farm the land honestly!
Speaking of farming, now is the season when the wheat is ripening in the hot summer, and the ten acres of wheat planted in the family's mountainous land will be harvested soon.

In this valley where I lived after crossing, there are actually some rivers and valleys.But the Song family did not have a single mu of Sichuan land, and the hundreds of acres of Sichuan land in the ditch were all occupied by the big family in the village, the Yang family in Baozili.As a poor household, the Song family owns all unproductive mountain land.Just like this, the land closer to home was divided by the family of the elder grandfather and the second grandfather, and the land allocated to Song Yingkui's family was all on the top of the mountain.When the family was separated, the great-grandfather also said brazenly, it doesn’t matter if you live in the third room and live farther away, but if you live in the third room and the second room is thin, the land should be closer.

Is the three-bedroom population really prosperous?Hearing the numbers, it is indeed very prosperous. Seven out of ten members of the family are males. Can this be considered prosperous?However, the reality is that there are only two really strong laborers, old and young.

Grandpa Song Tianshun is 50 years old. According to ancient conditions, he is already an old man.Song Yingkui's father, Song Xueqin, is the real hard worker in the family, and he is 32 years old now!In addition to his father, his second uncle Song Xueyong is also considered a strong labor force, but the age difference between him and his father is a bit big, only .The third uncle, Song Xueliang, is as old as himself, only 15 years old!Among Song Yingkui's three younger brothers, the eldest is only 12 years old, and the younger sister is only five years old.With this age structure, there is a thriving population of people who can be counted as wool.This is also the reason why Dafangtou resolutely wants to separate the family. Whoever makes Sanfangtou have more food and fewer people to work.

If all the males in the third house were strong laborers, how could they be willing to separate?

After staying at home for a few days (wasting time), it is the season of wheat yellow.On the eighth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar (the land in the mountains is spring wheat, which ripens late), Song Tianshun woke up the whole family after hearing the rooster crowing once. After breakfast of millet porridge, he took the males of the family up the mountain to harvest wheat.

After climbing the mountain road for nearly half an hour, when we reached the ground, the sky was almost bright.Seeing the wheat fields in his own field, Song Yingkui's mood instantly changed.Although it is a mountainous area, you should at least level it out, but the land in front of you is all slopes.

The sloping land is the sloping land, the key is that the growth is not good, sparse, at least half shorter than the wheat fields I have seen in later generations.Is it necessary to harvest such a wheat field?

"Big (the name for father here), why does our field look like this?" Song Yingkui moved to his father's side in confusion, and asked for advice.

"Isn't all wheat fields like this? Our family is a dry field and a mountainous area. It's not bad to grow this body." Song Xueqin was very puzzled when he saw his eldest son who had never seen the world. Since the eldest son was carried by his uncle's shoulder pole, he felt that he had become a bit weird, and he even made a fuss when he saw the wheat field.

"With this body, how much grain can one mu of land produce?"

"This year's weather is good, and the rain is also good. It is estimated that one mu can harvest eight liters!"

Eight liters?Eight liters per mu of land, isn't it just over a hundred catties?This is still a year with good rain. If the rain is a little bit worse, the yield per mu will not even be one hundred catties.Just like this, planting is a waste of labor!
However, seeing his grandfather and father squatting in the field to pull wheat, Song Yingkui could only join them in this labor-wasting work.

The wheat grows short, and there is no sickle at home. It seems that they are used to plucking wheat instead of cutting it, so the only way to harvest wheat is to pluck.

To grow such a field, the whole family of seven worked on it (several young ones were also pulling wheat), and they pulled out more than an acre in one morning.At noon, mother Ji took the younger sister to the field to deliver food. Today, the wheat is harvested. Lunch is dry rice, pickles and eggs. It is a difficult meal. Song Yingkui ate two bowls.

After lunch, the mother put down the water urn and took the younger sister back home. The males hid in the shade of the ground stems to rest, and only started to work again when the sun was low.When the sun goes down and it is almost dark, the day's work is finally over.

Walking down from the top of the mountain with a sore back and sore back, Song Yingkui could vaguely see a field where the fields grew quite well, at least much more comfortable than the wheat fields.So he asked, "Big, this piece of land seems to belong to our family, what kind of plant is it growing in? It looks very good."

"You don't even know about our family's millet land? Has your brain been hit by a pole, and it's not working?"

"Isn't it dark and I can't see clearly? I just wanted to ask. Mizi grows so well, I'm afraid the harvest this year is not bad?" Song Yingkui, who was a little guilty, quibbled.

"It shouldn't be bad, and I think it can take about one and a half stones of grain."

Half a stone?Although the yield is not high, it is at least stronger than the wheat field.So Song Yingkui asked: "Since the harvest of millet is better than that of wheat, why don't you plant all millet?" Although the taste of millet is worse than that of wheat, Song Yingkui has never eaten wheat noodles after traveling, so he doesn't understand why he doesn't grow millet with relatively high yield, but wheat with little yield.

"Kui Wa, are you insane? I'm afraid the old thief beat you out of trouble. We planted them all into millet, what will our family give to the court!" Song Tianshun, who was walking next to him, couldn't help but open his mouth when he heard his grandson's question.He is still brooding over the fact that his eldest brother beat his grandson with a shoulder pole.Regarding his elder brother Song Tianbao, Song Tianshun has always had an opinion, calling him an old thief behind his back.

How can I forget this, the government collects taxes not from millet but only from wheat.No wonder the family kept high-yield grain instead of growing wheat with low yield.The question I asked myself was indeed a bit naive.

Seeing that he was timid, Song Yingkui hurriedly shut up!It's not long since time travelling, so it's better to talk less.

There was nothing to say along the way, and when I rushed home, my mother had already cooked the meal, it was still dry, and it seemed that I could have a good meal again.

Although her mother, Ji, did not go to the land, she did a lot of work, and she had to provide food for the ten members of the family.My grandmother has eye disease and can't see clearly. The work of the women in the family basically falls to the mother Ji alone.

(End of this chapter)