Ezhou has been experiencing drought for a period of time this year, but there are high-yield grains in northern Hubei, and the entire Ezhou is now irrigated with divine spring water. The situation of crop planting looks similar to previous years.
Autumn harvest is the busiest and most important day of the year. Because there is a lot of newly opened land this year, the army has also made corresponding arrangements for autumn harvest. Shen Yong, Ling Yun, Ma Laosi, Sheng Ze and others are all on the list of people snatching the goods.
Of course, Shengze is an active member.
Hearing everyone talking about the autumn harvest, Sheng Ze suddenly looked at Shen Qingqian, "Aren't you worried?"
"What?" Shen Qingqian stared at him strangely. Who knew what he was asking?
Shengze pursed his lips and said, "Autumn harvest, if it is this year's harvest..."
Now Ezhou's grain reserves cannot last until next year. If this harvest does not meet the expected output, the next year will be extremely difficult for them.
Shen Qingqian raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "Isn't this something you should be worried about?"
Shengze choked, then realized what was happening. He looked at Shen Qingqian again, and sure enough, there was a smile on his lips, "You...I don't believe you're not worried."
"It's useless for me to worry," Shen Qingqian spread her hands and said innocently, "If the harvest is not good, I can't change it. Instead of worrying about it all day long, it's better to let nature take its course."
She is not a savior. She has tried her best to solve the technical problems. If the world's own environment causes a reduction in production, there is nothing she can do.
However, even if the harvest situation this time is not ideal, she will not let those close to her go hungry.
Shengze nodded, "You're right."
Moreover, he and Zheng Shicheng had already prepared for this. Even if the harvest was not ideal this time, they would have a way to deal with it, at least to avoid starvation to the greatest extent possible.
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On the ninth day of July, Northern Hubei takes the lead in starting the autumn harvest.
In order to know the harvest situation as soon as possible, Liang Cheng threw all the prisoners into the autumn harvest battlefield.
As a result, the problem of insufficient manpower that the people in Huanxiyuan were worried about did not arise. On the contrary, they even had time to enjoy the cool under the trees and chat for a while.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these foreigners are really tall and powerful, but in the end they can't do anything as good as us." Jiang Goudan sighed.
Wu Laoliu glanced at the ground, "It doesn't matter if we can't compare. There are so many of them. Even if one person only does a little bit, it can give us a breather."
"That's right, it would be great if this could happen every year." Wang Hao supported his head with a silly smile on his lips.
Madam Lu exposed his fantasy at the side, "Didn't Chief Lu say that we are here to help this year? We will have to rely on ourselves in the future."
"Okay, okay, don't sit still, let's see how the wheat they harvested turned out, but don't do anything bad..." Jiang Goudan picked up the sickle, stood up and rushed into the ground.
Others quickly followed. Although they did not want to be affected, how could they safely hand over their own land and food to outsiders?
Shen Qingqian and the others were in the small valley today. They were in the same situation as Jiang Goudan and the others. However, there was a piece of land outside the valley that belonged to the Shen family. The land was planted with high-yielding crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes, and each was given a minimum share. Three acres of land.
Without saying anything, Sheng Ze took Ling Yun and collected the twenty acres of land.
The scales were brought to the field early in the morning. When the sweet potatoes from the five acres of land were harvested, Shen Jun and Shen Shan, who were in charge of weighing, also calculated the yield per mu.
"How much?" Shengze and others strode over and asked.
