The autumn harvest in Luojiang County was still before Beihai County. Zhou Lizhong actually brought back a lot of rice seeds the year before. The purpose was to let the county magistrate promote it, but the county magistrate refused to take the risk, so he planted more than half of it himself and divided it up again. Some of it was given to the villagers, and the rest was basically distributed by Master Bai.
Uncle Qian's family was the first to get sick. He always thought that this year's rice was growing well, so he had been watching it all the time.
When it turned yellow, he harvested it without a day's delay, and when he weighed the ears of rice in his hands, he felt that this year's harvest was excellent.
After harvesting an acre, the ears of rice were not willing to leave them in the field to dry, so they bundled them home and threshed them without weighing them. His eyes widened just seeing how many sacks were packed.
Uncle Qian didn't have time to wait for all the rice to be harvested, so he hurried to Qili Village.
Farming holidays are held in the yamen, and the officials are asked to go home to harvest grain. Zhou Lizhong is wearing a straw hat and harvesting rice in the field. His family opened the sickle today.
Uncle Qian went straight to the field and dragged the man out, and asked him, "Can we save this new rice seed? Or do we need to buy new rice seed from you next year?"
Zhou Lizhong lifted his spirits and said, "You don't need to buy it, you can keep the ones you picked at home. I have tested them and they are very stable. Grandpa, have you harvested? How much can you harvest per mu of land?"
Uncle Qian: "It's raw rice now. I threshed and weighed it today. There are more than six stones!"
He said: "If it is dried in the sun, how can there be five stones? It is more than double the previous mu yield."
Uncle Qian held his hand tightly and said: "Lizhong, your family is blessed, your ancestral grave must be smoking, the new wheat seeds were planted by your family before, and now a new wheat seed has been planted. Rice seeds."
His eyes were shining, and he was so excited that he couldn't help but slapped his thigh fiercely, "Your uncle must be protecting you. No one in your family's ancestors is capable except him. Hurry up, I have to give your little uncle Uncle, go to incense, alas, next year I will plant all new rice seeds."
His voice was too loud, and the passing villagers asked with a smile, "Isn't this Uncle Manbao? Why are you here now? What's so happy about it, let's have fun when we say it."
Uncle Qian asked, "Didn't you plant the rice seeds Lizhong brought back this year?"
"You said the big head, planted it, and planted two acres. Let alone, the rice grows better than others. I don't know if the field has better water, or the ground fertilizer, or the seeds."
The villagers who heard it immediately said: "The seeds must be good. You didn't find out. This year, the rice planted in the village is better than others. The village chief said in the field two days ago. It is the same as the previous new wheat seeds."
"real or fake?"
"Of course it's true. We've all looked at several plots of land. The ears of rice are old and tall, and they're all planted with new rice seeds. Go and see Datou's field. Hey, they're all growing tall. It’s a bit higher than other people’s houses, and the ears of rice are heavy, if I had known that it was going to be replaced with new rice seeds, I shouldn’t have replaced only two acres of rice, I should have replaced all of them.”
Uncle Qian said: "I threshed today, and the paddy is grown, and the six stones are nearly half an acre."
As soon as the words came out, the villagers were stunned, "Is it true? Uncle Manbao, don't you misread it?"
"Can I read it wrong? I weighed it twice."
That would be a shock.
One person circled around in circles, "My family's is still a little bit worse, it's not as good as yellow, and we have to wait at least seven or eight days before we can cut it."
"My family should be able to cut it, why don't I do it?"
"Forget it, I think it's still quite green, stay for another two days, the sun is good these two days, after a few days of drying, it will turn yellow in a few days."
"Manbao's family planted seedlings early this year, so they should be harvested now?" Someone looked at Zhou Lizhong.
Zhou Lizhong nodded blankly, pointed to the field not far away and said, "It's all right, the sickle is opened today, and it's being closed. My second and third uncles are all in the field."
When everyone heard this, they immediately said, "Anyway, there's nothing to do today, why don't we go and help?"
"This is fine, this is fine, let's go, let's help."
Zhou Lizhong stretched out his hand to stop him, "How can I bother my uncles."
"Oh, what's the trouble, the village should help each other, go for a walk, go back and get the sickle, it's still early today, we'll weigh it after cutting."
Everyone rushed home to get the sickle, went to the field to say hello to Tuesday Lang and Zhou Zhoulang, and then went to the field to open the sickle.
Zhou Zhoulang looked at it for a moment, "I just finished harvesting the beans, and the rice in their fields will be ripe in two days, why don't you take a break and come to cut the rice for us?"
Zhou Zhoulang also stood watching, and after a while, he bent down to cut the rice, "They want to call our rice, let them work, since they are free, they will cut all the yellow ones nearby."
Tuesday Lang took everyone's advantage confidently. After the harvest, everyone helped to take all the rice back to the old Zhou's yard.
But threshing is impossible. The rice has not been dried, so it is not easy to thresh.
Uncle Qian was too impatient, and happened to be harvesting an acre of rice, and there were so many people in the family, so he brought his people out in a daze.
Uncle Qian was not in a hurry to go back, and while helping them spread out the rice to dry, he said: "You don't have to rush to thresh, it's too raw to take off. I asked your second uncle and third uncle to help some today. Now you three Uncle is still clasping his hands and screaming for pain."
Zhou Lizhong nodded repeatedly, and whispered: "Grandpa, it's getting dark, you can stay here tonight."
Uncle Qian nodded after thinking for a while, "That's fine, I also want to ask where you got this new rice seed, and if you have any other new seeds."
No one knows where the seeds come from, no one knows better than Zhou Lizhong, he said: "Sister-in-law's job field in the capital has allocated some to be used as an experimental field, specially for testing new seeds."
Uncle Qian was surprised, "So this new rice seed is..."
"We planted it."
"Okay, okay." Uncle Qian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Like us, no one has planted new rice seeds after planting for a lifetime, but you have planted new rice seeds at a young age."
Uncle Qian turned his head and said to Zhou Zhoulang and Zhou Zhoulang: "This is the smoke from your family's ancestral grave. Otherwise, it's all farming. Why can't people grow it? Whether it's wheat seeds or rice seeds, they all grow in your land?"
He said: "Hurry up, before it's dark, bring some food and burn incense for your uncle."
Zhou Zhoulang: "...Uncle, this is different from the wheat seed. I have seen their experimental field, and it is complicated. The rice has to be selected one by one, and it has to be marked. When it blooms, sometimes immediately Chong has to plant the flowers himself, and some plots cannot be cross-planted, and have to be separated, anyway, it is complicated, and he has planted it for several years to grow this one seed."