The corn used by Luo was planted a few days earlier than that of Houlin, but the harvest time was about the same.
This may be because the temperature in Lishi is lower than that in Chang'an City.
Before the Luo family's corn matured, Luo Yong often went to the slopes to steal the tender corn cobs.
They were obviously the family's own food, but he still treated them like a thief.
There is really nothing we can do.
The villagers are watching closely.
They all say that there has been so much trouble over the sowing of corn last time.
They must not go out to the pond again during the harvest.
They must break off the corns one by one respectfully. ,well After calculating the output, they asked Governor Hao to help them pass the news back to Chang'an City.
They also had to hand over some corn and asked His Majesty the Emperor to take a look at the corn they produced locally in Lishi.
Although it was planted on sloping land, it didn't grow any better.
Those poor in good fields.
In this case, Luo Yong can still break the tender corn and eat it openly.
They could only go there secretly, and they had to change places every time.
The half bushel of corn was sown on nearly four acres of land.
It was impossible to tell if there were a few corn cobs missing in these four acres of land. .
"Yao Shou, who stole the corn from Sanlang's house?"
It turned out that he had only been peeling it for two days when an attentive villager discovered the clues.
"Could it be that this kid is greedy?"
Someone immediately pointed the finger at the naughty children in the village.
"No, no, I broke that corn."
Luo Yong quickly stood up and confessed, otherwise those naughty kids in the village would suffer.
"This corn isn't ripe yet, what are you doing with it?"
When they heard that Luo Sanlang was breaking the corn by himself, the attitude of the villagers softened a lot.
However, the voice of the person who just shouted had already attracted many people in the village. .
"I'm just going to try to see if I can eat the raw corn on the cob."
Luo Yong said with a smile.
"Why are you so short-minded, kid?
You want to try this.
Next year and the year after that, we can try as many times as we want.
At this juncture, we can't harm these corns anymore."
There was an old man in the village.
He immediately said that this was a major issue related to corn production, and he was afraid that someone would pull his pigtails, and those evil-hearted people in Chang'an City would make a fuss about this matter.
"The tender corn cobs are delicious.
They can be eaten steamed or boiled.
It will be a credit to us to report this matter when the time comes."
Luo Yong said.
"Don't talk, don't talk.
We will eat whatever others eat.
Don't let the limelight come out."
Several old people in the village waved their hands quickly.
When it comes to dealing with the Sixth Valley, they think that other things can be ignored.
First, a respectful and prudent attitude must be Put it in place.
"Then let's not talk about it."
Luo Sanlang followed the good advice.
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"I wonder if there will be wild boars coming down in the past two days.
Everyone should be vigilant these days.
It's best to arrange for a few people to come here often."
Tamura Masa also spoke at this time.
"Exactly, it would be better not to make any mistakes at this juncture."
The villagers also thought this was reasonable. "" Luo Yong listened on the sidelines and felt that these people's defense against wild boars was secondary.
The main reason was to defend themselves.
Well, there are no corn cobs to eat, so the two of their family, Liulang and Qiniang, will probably be disappointed.
The tender corn cobs that were just broken back from the field were sprinkled with a few grains of salt and slowly cooked in a pottery jar until the corn kernels were broken.
When bitten into the mouth, they were sticky and sweet.
The taste was unparalleled.
It's great that the children in their family can drink all the corn soup.
After a few days of this, the long beards on the corn cobs in the field began to turn yellow.
The villagers said that they might be ready to harvest, and they asked the county agricultural official to see it.
The official came to their Xipo Village.
I walked around for a while and after looking at it, I said, wait another seven or eight days until the corn stalks are dry and yellow before harvesting.
After waiting for nearly ten days, when the corn stems and leaves planted in the four acres of land began to turn dry and yellow, and the corn silk became scorched, Xipo Village selected a few of the most experienced farmers.
Farmer, help Luo Sanlang go to the fields to harvest corn.
Luo Yong stood at the head of the field and watched the villagers carrying out baskets of corn cobs from the field.
He wanted to reach out and catch them, but those people all told him: "Don't do anything, we will just take care of them." ” Luo Yong: Are you afraid that he will chew these corn cobs alive?
After all the corn cobs were broken, everyone went to collect the corn stalks.
Luo Yong picked out one from there and fed it to five pairs.
The five pairs quite liked eating it, so they took Luo Yong's hand and soon fed it.
The cornstalk was chewed clean.
At this time, there were other donkeys around in the village, and they were all brought out by the children of each family.
When they were not working, they played with the children in the village, and they would go wherever the children went.
When these donkeys saw five pairs chewing on the corn stalks, they became greedy at the smell and moved towards this side one after another.
Luo Yong then carried a bundle of corn stalks to the grassy slope nearby and asked them to chew them by themselves.
The donkeys were gnawing corn stalks on the slope.
Luo Sanlang also squatted on the slope and gnawed corn stalks.
He also found a corn stalk for each of the children and asked them to gnaw it too.
The corn stalks were very sweet to chew, and the children in the village all liked them.
After gnawing one stalk, they wanted another one.
Luo Sanlang waved his hand and asked them to pick out the corn stalks themselves.
There were corn stalks all over the ground, and they wanted to eat which one they liked. root.
"That's a kid."
Several villagers who were working looked over at them and said with a smile.
"I don't know what to say about him."
Say he is a child.
Sometimes he has more ideas than adults like them.
Say he is an adult.
After all the corn stalks were pulled out, Luo Yong asked the villagers to tie up some corn stalks and feed them to the livestock.
This year, he did not put in much effort from planting to harvesting this batch of corn.
It was these villagers who helped him.
There were only four acres of land in total, and the planting was relatively sparse.
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With so many people working together, the work was completed in a few seconds.
At this time, each of them could get a bundle of corn stalks to take home, and everyone was very happy.
In fact, the purpose of helping Luo Sanlang's family grow corn this year was not just to help him.
They were also curious in their hearts, what exactly is this sixth grain, how to plant it, and what it will look like when it grows.
Over the past few months, I have really gained a lot of knowledge.
Not only children and the donkeys at home like to eat these corn stalks, adults also like to take out one or two to gnaw when they have nothing to do.
In the days that followed, going to Luo Sanlang's house to watch them drying corn while gnawing on corn stalks became the most favorite leisure activity for men, women, and children in the village.
At the end of summer, the weather was dry and the sun was strong.
The corns were all dried out within a few days.
After threshing, they were weighed and there were as many as twenty-six dans.
If calculated based on the yield per acre, there are six and a half dans per acre.
This is still under the condition that they are relatively sparsely planted, and the fields used are only the most common slopes.
In the past, there was no irrigation system in their village.
These lands on the slopes are also relatively dry and not very suitable for growing crops.
I heard that in some places in the south, the corn harvest can reach nearly ten tons per acre.
The villagers used to find it incredible.
But after Luo Sanlang took back the corn, they all believed it.
On a sloping land like Luo Sanlang's house, and planted so sparsely, one acre of land can produce six and a half dan.
If it were replaced with better-quality fields and planted more intensively, it would not be difficult to produce ten dan per acre.
The villagers were all coveting the corn from Luo Sanlang's family and wanted to buy some from him to make seeds.
However, after hearing what the gentlemen in the Xu family guesthouse said about the price of the corn, they all backed down.
Although they have made some money in the past two years, they still cannot afford such high prices.
"If we can open this door with Saburo, he should be able to lend us some seeds."
A villager said this.
"How can you say this?
Saburo now owes so much debt.
He will definitely use the corn this year to exchange for money to repay the debt."
Another villager waved his hand.
"If all twenty-six tons of corn are sown in the ground, how much corn can be harvested next year?"
someone lamented.
"It has to be valued by saints.
Ordinary people can get corn seeds anywhere."
"I wonder if Saburo has reached an agreement with anyone and how much the price will be."
"There are so many young men and young men living in the Xu family guesthouse.
They study arithmetic with Luo Sanlang all day long.
It is not difficult to find a buyer for him."
"In my opinion, there is no need for them to find a buyer for this matter.
As long as Saburo spreads the word that he wants to sell corn, many merchants will definitely come to buy it."
"I heard that Saburo will be posting for the last time today."
"That is, after drying this time, the corn will be put into storage this year."
"I'll go over and have a look."
"Okay, let's go over and have a look together.
If we miss this time, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until next year.
So a few of them planned to take another look at the golden corn kernels to remember their feelings of being reluctant to part with them.
As a result, when they arrived at the Luo family's yard, they saw Luo Sanlang driving their big donkey named Wu Pair, grinding cornmeal.
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They saw handfuls of yellow-orange corn kernels scattered on the millstone, dripping.
Rolling into the stone mill, there is a clicking sound The villagers felt that their hearts were being ground into cornmeal along with those corn kernels. gd1806102: