I don't know if it was because Xiao Han had just complained about God, but the sky suddenly darkened, and a large cloud moved above people's heads.
And not only did the clouds come, but the cool breeze that had just been hiding somewhere also started blowing.
The cool breeze blows in the sultry weather, and the sleepy Xiao Han immediately becomes energetic. He raised his head and looked around, and happened to see Xiao Yu finishing reciting Huazhang at this time.
Putting down the yellow paper in his hand, Xiao Yu knelt down respectfully and kowtowed to the throne of heaven and earth, muttering something in his mouth. Then he took the incense candle and lit the paper, hoping that it would convey his and others' wishes to heaven.
"It's finally over..." Seeing a ball of orange flames in the air floating in the wind wrapped in yellow paper, Xiao Han almost burst into tears. This damn sacrifice to heaven will not come again next time! Isn't this annoying?
"It's time to collect food!"
Just when Xiao Han was waiting for Xiao Yu to announce the successful conclusion of the "seeking abuse" activity, a voice suddenly rang in his ears!
Unexpectedly, the solemnity and bustle changed so quickly! I don’t know if the immortal reacted, but Xiao Han was not at all wary and almost fell to the ground on the spot...
At this time, no one paid attention to Xiao Han. Along with the shouting, the farmers who had been prepared on the edge of the rice field rushed into the field waving their sickles!
A moment, really only a moment! A large piece of the originally neat rice field was missing. From a distance, it looked as if a piece had been bitten off by something, which was particularly awkward.
"Slow down, everyone, slow down! Don't be in a hurry! Don't drop a single grain. If a grain falls, we will lose one plant of food!!!"
On the edge of the field, Lao Feng, who had just ran over, was jumping and screaming anxiously on the ridge of the field! And it’s not just him, Magistrate Lu over there, Magistrate Liu, who is as thin as a bamboo pole, are also yelling!
Xiao Han was also lucky enough to see so many county officials gathering together to curse. This scene was absolutely rare, and it was almost more lively than singing in an opera!
Those who scolded were very angry, but those who were scolded were not annoyed and continued to work with a smile. Only occasionally if an ear of rice fell on the ground, they would pick it up immediately and throw it into the bamboo basket behind them.
Too many people! This may be the day with the most people here in Xiao Han! If you have aerial photography technology at this time, you can clearly see a black line in the sky advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Ren Qing and the farmer guards who have worked here for a long time are also harvesting, but the amount they need to harvest is very small, accounting for less than 30% of the total.
This is because Xiao Han had already discussed it with the county officials two days ago. All counties that are allocated grain seeds must send their own people to harvest them!
This is not because Xiao Han wants to be lazy, but because it can harvest the grain as quickly as possible, and secondly, it allows farmers to get their hands on this high-yielding grain, which can be regarded as a different kind of publicity.
In the summer rice fields, shouts and shouts come and go!
Xiao Han was not in the same hurry as Lao Feng to come over to supervise the work. He came back from the Heaven Sacrifice Platform and ran home without saying a word. After changing into a cool outfit, he ran over happily.
"Hey...my fish! I remember you, that bastard!"
After changing his clothes and just running to his rice field, Xiao Han saw a bastard guard from a distance kicking his fish away. He was so angry that he yelled!
"It's broken, run away!" The guard who kicked the fish was not stupid. Hearing Xiao Han's scolding, he secretly yelled, "No!" He shrunk his neck, ducked into the crowd without looking back, and disappeared from sight.
Xiao Han was so angry that he wanted to continue shouting and scolding, but Ren Qing in the field raised his head at the right time and glanced at Xiao Han displeasedly. Xiao Han looked at him and stood aside angrily, saying no more.
He also knew that Ren Qing was not protecting his subordinates, but that he was indeed dissatisfied with himself.
The other fields here are harvested only after they are drained of water, but Xiao Han is special. The fish has not grown up and cannot be released into the water, so Ren Qing and the others have to step in the water to harvest.
There is strength in numbers after all! Fifty acres of land were harvested before evening, and there was not even an ear of rice in the field. All the food was neatly stacked in the school yard, waiting for the final statistics.
Xiao Han is very busy, very busy!
But he is not busy working, but busy mediating conflicts!
In one day, he had lost count of how many complaints Lao Feng had made, and his ears were numb from hearing them!
There is no other way, just count the rice seeds he distributed. So when others are cutting, they will 'accidentally' wander to his own land...
"Hey, forget it! Someone accidentally gave you a handful of food. How about chasing after them and hitting them?"
On the big bluestone beside the school field, Xiao Han weakly tried to persuade Lao Feng.
They all said they should file a complaint, but what could he do about it? Let people return it? Didn't you see this guy holding his neck and looking like he was dying for food or his life? How can you beat him up for a handful of food?
Seeing Xiao Han acting as a peacemaker again, Lao Feng's anger rose: "Forget it! Lord Marquis, how many times has this happened! If this happens all the time, you can give me a hand, and I can give it to you. I can still do it." What’s left? I don’t care! I’ll bring them all back to the county in a while, and we’ll raise the seedlings ourselves! In the end, no one will steal them!”
"Okay, okay, what you have is yours! As long as you farm it for me in the end, you can do whatever you want with the rest..."
Knowing that Lao Feng was anxious to get his own share first, Xiao Han followed the trend and let him go.
Besides, he didn't originally plan to put all the seeds here. After the output is weighed, whoever belongs to it will be taken away. When it comes to things like raising seedlings and transplanting rice seedlings, they are much better than me, who is just a dabbler!
In the huge school grounds, a group of clerks were busy calculating output before and after running.
Although these fifty acres of land do not need to be measured one by one, we have selected five or six acres and are going to calculate the actual output of the three-season rice. If you have facts, you must speak forcefully!
In this situation, it’s not new to get started! Especially some of the officials who collect agricultural taxes have extremely vicious eyes! The output of this acre of land can be calculated immediately with just one sweep. However, to be on the safe side, they still measure it step by step.
"How's it going? How much is the yield per mu? Is it two and a half stones?" Ren Qing stood in the middle of the school ground rubbing his hands and asked the little official who was the last coordinator anxiously.
The clerk was writing calculations with his brush. Unexpectedly, the brush began to tremble as he wrote!
By the time he filled in the last number crookedly, his face was already flushed with excitement!
"Let me tell you, the yield of several pieces of land selected here has exceeded three dan per mu! Among them, the plot of land where Xiaohou raises fish has the highest yield! It has reached more than three and a half dan! It is almost twice the yield of the best Tianzihao fertile land! This kind of high-yielding grain has never been seen by a villain in decades of his life..."
"Three and a half stones? Three and a half stones!" Ren Qing couldn't hear what the clerk said later. He only heard the number three and a half stones!
Slowly turning around and looking at the expectant county officials and farmers not far away, Ren Qing shouted at the loudest voice in his life: "The third crop of rice was successful! The yield per mu is three and a half stones! Three and a half stones..."
