"We can smell the steamed buns." Zhu Yuanzhang stood on the edge of the ground and looked up, but he couldn't see the end at all.
The ministers couldn't help but sniff their noses, where did the smell of steamed buns come from? It does have an earthy smell.
"My lords, measure one acre." Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to calculate the yield per acre and asked the ministers to divide the acre.
In fact, there is no need to test again. The wheat fields in Xiaqiu Village need to be watered. Just calculate according to the water canals.
Yang Xunwen, the Minister of Household Affairs, came out with a bundle of rope in his hand. He first took out a short rope, forty feet long.
Find a place, put the rope in place, and use soil to hold it down on both sides. He will take the rope and go in, and there will be someone behind him to help him stand still and step on the rope.
Five feet is a step, and a step is 240 acres. It is impossible for him to measure five feet per step and then walk 240 steps inward.
He measured out forty feet, which was enough to walk thirty steps in. That is, the rope was one hundred and fifty feet long.
Such an acre is less than 666 square meters, only more than 610 square meters.
After the measurement, Yang Xunwen walked out. It was not easy to wear it in the mature wheat field, and it hurt.
Of course, it is not very mature now, but is in the late-mature stage. At this time, the nutrients are all in the wheat grains.
If it is very yellow, then when the wheat straw is about to break, the nutrients in the wheat grains will flow back into the straw.
That’s why it’s called, nine percent ripe, ten percent harvest; ten percent ripe, ten percent lost.
"Sickle, gentlemen, follow me and harvest this acre of wheat that makes the buns fragrant.
After harvesting, go back and grind flour for your own consumption, as long as you don’t miss this acre of seeds. I still can’t eat well?
The sister and the prince are also here to harvest, uh... Hanhan, come to us, can you cut wheat? "
Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to harvest this acre of wheat himself, so he took Hanhan with him when arranging manpower.
Zhu Wentian: "..."
He didn't want to work in the fields, the sun was still in the sky! He didn't stray too far from the center, so he...
"Hey! Take it, yes, um! Hey hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian admitted.
A group of officials also recognized it, and the sickles were delivered. They selected brand-new ones and prepared to harvest the wheat. There were people nearby to take care of them.
Thirty steps must be divided into three parts, each part is ten steps, otherwise it will be very far to take thirty steps.
The officials went in, set their distance, and prepared.
Zhu Yuanzhang, Empress Ma, and Zhu Wentian naturally picked up the old sickle, but the blade had been sharpened and the sharpness was not affected.
Zhu Biao just picked up the new sickle, turned his wrist, and was about to cut the wheat. Suddenly he saw the choice between Hanhan and his father and mother. He put down the sickle in his hand and picked up the old one.
After picking it up and moving it, he realized that the new one was not as comfortable as this one.
A group of people swish and swish to cut the wheat. Each person only needs to walk out for ten steps and does not need to worry about others.
However, these ten steps also put many ministers in trouble. Some were too old to bend down, and some had never cut wheat.
Fortunately, there were people nearby to help. Zhu Yuanzhang, Queen Ma and Zhu Wentian were the fastest.
After walking a few steps, Zhu Wentian deliberately slowed down and helped Zhu Biao next to him to hold out a piece of his arms, so that Zhu Biao could easily gather the straw.
At a distance of 16 to 7 meters, Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma soon reached the end. They turned around and saw that Hanhan and Biao'er were about the same speed.
"Chongba, look stupid!" Queen Ma knew what was going on at a glance.
"Yes!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly.
He could tell that Hanhan had to keep up with Biao'er's rhythm, otherwise he would be easily swept by Biao'er's sickle if he stretched too far.
Hanhan cut his own while cooperating with Biaoer.
This is not an ordinary skill, and someone who is not an experienced farmer cannot tell that Hanhan is helping.
"Father, Emperor, Mother, we have collected the children."
Zhu Biao raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat, looking very excited because no one else in front of him had finished collecting.
"Done, uh-huh! Hey hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian followed.
While he was talking, he naturally picked up a large bundle of wheat that had been cut in front of him, then took some stalks, twisted them, and tied them up.
This is the normal operation of harvesting wheat. It is not enough to finish cutting, but also to bundle it.
"No need to tie Hanhan, someone will take it away and beat him out immediately to weigh him."
Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Hanhan wanted to tie up something else, so he quickly stopped him.
Empress Ma said regretfully: "Hanhan is good at everything. He is also handsome. Especially when he smiles, he makes people feel close to him, but..."
Zhu Wentian raised his head and showed an honest smile to Queen Ma. This must be coordinated.
At this moment, with the help of others, the ministers gathered the wheat and turned back.
"Come here, collect the wheat stalks. Bring over the foot-operated threshing machine from Xiaqiu Village. In the future, the court will make more bearings so that all Ming people can use convenient threshing machines."
Zhu Yuanzhang thought about the difficulty of the threshing machine. The continuous stepping of the wooden shaft would easily break and smoke, and someone had to watch it.
If you replace it with metal bearings and connecting rods, this won't happen.
When fighting in the future, the transport carriages will also need to be replaced, as will the ships on the river. Ships with wooden shafts have long been available. Once they break down, it will not be an ordinary trouble on the river.
The guards gathered the wheat, and the palace maids went over and stood in a row, carrying a small basket in their hands, carefully picking up the wheat ears and weighing them.
I took all the wheat straws and tied them briefly. Then I set up the three threshing machines and tried to turn them around. There was no problem.
With a crackling sound, the wheat grains were quickly beaten down. After all the grains were beaten, they were placed in the grain fan next to it and blown.
This process is called preserving the real and removing the floating, and what is left in the end is the grain of wheat.
"Fight separately." Zhu Yuanzhang ordered.
Move the bucket over, put the wheat grains into it, kick it to reduce the gaps, press it again, smooth it out, and put it into the bag next to it.
One bucket after another, the people next to you can easily count them.
One bucket, two buckets...eight buckets...thirteen buckets...seventeen buckets, there is a little left, change it to a liter measuring instrument, and there is a little left after two times.
"Your Majesty, one stone, seven buckets and two liters." The person in charge of counting reported.
"People from Xiaqiu Village, can you help us harvest another acre of wheat?" Zhu Yuanzhang shouted to the people in Xiaqiu Village.
"Forty people come out and harvest one acre," the village leader shouted.
Zhu Wentian stood up, and his friends followed suit, adding a dozen more people. Forty people each rushed in with a sickle. In less than half a quarter of an hour, an acre of wheat was knocked down.
This speed is more than twice as fast as what the officials were involved in before. This is normal work.
The forty people turned around, gathered the wheat stalks while walking back, and then tied them into bundles. When they came out, the bundles of wheat were piled into a small pile.
"Biao'er, take a good look at it." Zhu Yuanzhang spoke to the elders. These children were reserved for the elders.
I can do everything in daily life, and now I am studying hard.
In another ten or eight years, when they grow up...
The key is that children in Xiaqiu Village are being born continuously, and some will soon join the team.
"Thank you, Father!" Zhu Biao also thought so, and the master gave him the most precious existence.
There was another fight over there, and soon the data came out.
"Your Majesty! One stone, seven buckets and three liters for the second acre. Congratulations, Your Majesty!" The person reporting the count congratulated Zhu Yuanzhang.
"How much was it last year?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked the eldest son.
"Father, last year one stone was five bushels, and this year there are two bushels more. Normally, one acre of wheat is one stone two bushels or one stone three bushels." Zhu Biao replied.
(End of chapter)
