Yang Heshu nodded stiffly, squeezed out a smile and said, "Investigating people's sentiments, this is also one of the subjects assigned to me by my master."
Both Man Bao and Bai Shanbao nodded attentively to express their understanding, and then said that if he asked casually, they would definitely know everything without saying a lot.
Although it went very smoothly, it should be said that he didn't go so smoothly all the way, but he still felt something was wrong, what should I do
The only normal one should be Bai Erlang.
He listened to them talking boredly, crawled to his bookcase, took out two packs of snacks from it, opened it, took one piece for himself, and put it in the middle for everyone to eat.
When Yang Heshu asked about last year's harvest, he thought that the three children would not know about it. After all, this is something only grown-ups know about, and most adults only have a general impression. Judging from the villages he walked through, everyone can at most Say something like "the best piece of land is slightly worse than last year, and two bags of rice have been harvested, and the poor one has no harvest."
But Man Bao and Bai Shanbao are not. They can actually tell the specific amount. For example, during the summer harvest last year, the field with the highest harvest of wheat in Qili Village belonged to the old Zhou's family. It harvested a total of two and a half stones. I harvested a bunch of wheat, but I didn't even return the seeds after hitting it.
Rice is the worst. The land with the highest harvest belongs to the village chief’s family. There are two stones in it. Those with rice husks were cut back, and it would be fine to grind them into chaff.
Man Bao even had the data from the year before last. The two rummaged through the bookcase and showed Yang and Shu the average yield per mu.
Of course, this is only the data temporarily collected by Man Bao in Qili Village, not including Master Bai's.
But Bai Erlang has the data of Master Bai's family. Of course, Bai Erlang didn't have it.
But Bai Shanbao and Man Bao forced him to ask his father, and if his father didn't know, he asked the housekeeper, so he also knew.
Of course, he wouldn't remember so many numbers, so he just remembered the biggest number.
Because Man Bao and Bai Shanbao said that their goal this year is to exceed this maximum number.
Yang Heshu listened to them in a daze, and asked after a while, "Aren't you in school? Why do you have time to do such things?"
"Our husband gave us time when he heard that we were going to do such a thing, and also instructed us to ask more people, memorize more numbers, and then calculate the balance."
Bai Shanbao nodded, "This Junhe was calculated for us by Mr. There are too many numbers, and Manbao always calculates wrongly."
"Obviously you were wrong."
Bai Erlang was afraid that the two would fight again, and if he stopped them, it would be against his heart, or if he didn't stop them, his father would teach him a lesson, so he quickly put his hands in the middle and said, "Okay, don't quarrel, we'll fight together." Mathematics is slow, such a long number is difficult to calculate."
Man Bao said: "It's not difficult at all, it's all because of carelessness."
Bai Erlang didn't want to talk to her anymore. Man Bao and Bai Shanbao learned it after Mr. Zhuang once calculated the balance in front of them. Only Bai Erlang couldn't learn it. It's nothing to add, but it's so difficult to make a balance...
Yang Heshu looked down at the numbers, secretly kept the numbers in his heart and asked, "In this way, wouldn't the village be short of food?"
"That's right," Man Bao said sadly, "Many people can only eat rare food even when the farming season is busy, and some people in the village have almost started to eat seven-fen bran and three-fen noodles. My father said, if we don't save food, Before the winter wheat is harvested, give us rice bran."
Yang Heshu looked at Man Bao, "Your family can afford to study, but is it still so difficult?"
Man Bao nodded, "Isn't it? My family is very poor, but they are better than my classmates. They were taken home by their family years ago. I don't know when they can come to school."
Bai Erlang interrupted: "I miss them, they haven't come to play with me for a long time."
Bai Shanbao: "They also have to go to the fields to work, okay, it's busy farming now."
Yang Heshu opened his mouth and was about to continue asking, but Bai Erlang asked: "I think we are almost done planting the wheat, and it will be almost there in two days. My father said that the weather will be cold in two days, and the planted wheat will have to pass through once." Only cold waves can grow well, so when will our beans be planted?"
"I don't know, look at my father," Man Bao said, "If my family starts planting, we will start planting."
Although the three children have read two or three agricultural books, they still don't have a good grasp of the farming season, so they can only grow what they see in the village.
Especially for the old Zhou's family, Man Bao felt that there would be nothing wrong with following his father to do things like farming.
"Then when will fruit trees be planted?" Bai Erlang is most concerned about this, "I remember who said that you can plant trees when you plant beans."
"I said so." Man Bao raised his little hand and said, "Theoretically speaking, the time should be the same, because the temperature has picked up by then, the beans grow fast, and the fruit trees should be easy to survive."
"But I want to plant fruit trees after the wheat has been planted. Wouldn't it be possible to eat fruit one day earlier if I planted it earlier?"
"It will freeze to death." Bai Shanbao said: "Tang Bo said that he will only give us forty fruit tree seedlings, if they freeze to death, there will be no more."
Bai Erlang immediately stopped talking.
Immediately, Yang Heshu interjected at the right time, "Then do you want the imperial government to allocate relief food? Will the villagers have a better life with relief food?"
"Of course," Man Bao replied first, "every day we look forward to the imperial court distributing relief food."
Yang Heshu asked with a smile, "Then what do you think this standard should be? Do you think your family needs to receive relief food?"
After thinking for a while, Man Bao said: "If my family eats bran, then it's the way to go. I don't like to eat bran. It's tasteless and not tasty."
Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang, who had eaten steamed buns mixed with bran from their classmates, also nodded, "It's not delicious."
Yang Heshu looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "Then you think your family should also receive it?"
Bai Erlang said: "My family doesn't need it, my family has money."
Bai Shanbao also said: "Although there was a disaster last year, life is still going on, so my family doesn't need it."
Man Bao nodded, "Except for the two of them, everyone in our village should be able to receive relief food."
Yang Heshu, there are about sixty households, there are quite a few of them.
So he said: "Relief food can only be given to the most needy group of people. Who do you think is the most needy in your village?"
"Aunt Friday's house at the end of the village, her family is so poor, she mixed half of the bran and ate it just after the first lunar month, and the man next door to us, hehe, their family is the poorest now, and Zhou Hu Brother, last time I went to see Erlu, Erlu said that their family was running out of food, and now the food is reserved for Mrs. Hu and Sanshou. What they eat is wild vegetables and rice bran paste balls. It is really difficult. eat."
Yang Heshu saw that Manbao was like a treasure, and from the previous conversation, he also knew that she was the one who was most familiar with Qili Village, so he asked her emphatically, "Why are these three families the poorest?"