The hot weather always makes people feel that time is long, but no matter how long time is, it will always flow quietly from day to day, just like the sand leaking from the fingertips.
Golden autumn is probably the most joyful season of the year.
The blue sky seems to have become higher, and the autumn air is crisp.
The wheat millet on the field, which has been bent over, is filled with the joy of harvest.
But in Ma's farm, the law of this season was broken.
It's a busy scene here, but it's not just about harvesting results, but also about sowing hope.
Today, Ma Chao finally took off the brocade robe that revealed his identity, and put on coarse linen clothes, and mingled in the cornfield, just like those old farmers.
However, his handsome face with red lips and white teeth and handsome and upright figure immediately made him stand out.
Let people distinguish him from those old farmers.
However, the joy of harvest on his face was the same as that of the old farmers.
Yun'er is at the farm today and is breaking corn like Ma Chao.
Han Ying and Cai Yan are also there.
However, compared to Yun'er who does farm work, these two are too efficient. low.
Especially Han Ying, who had never seen this kind of crop before, broke off one corn cob and put it under his arm, then broke off another and continued to stuff it under his arm, but then pushed the last corn cob into the ground.
It's almost like breaking a stick with a bear.
Cai Yan was even worse.
Her hands, which she had been grinding with pens all year round, had never had her skin cut off by corn leaves or her head crushed by corn stalks when she had done such rough work.
As for the corn cobs, I seem to have broken off a few.
However, Ma Chao felt that from beginning to end, she seemed to have only broken off the corn cob.
Ma Xiu, Ma Yunlu, and Ma Tie were also there.
If it really counts on labor, Matthew can barely do it.
Although his speed is far behind that of Ma Chao, as a general, he still has the courage to persevere.
At the age of twelve, I managed to finish the whole crop of corn in the sultry heat of autumn.
As for Ma Yunlu and Ma Tie, they were already fighting with broken corn stalks.
Of course, Ma Chao would not really recruit these people as laborers, he would just be bored.
It just happened to be a good harvest day, so I just brought these people over to have fun and experience life.
Ma Chao was gradually speechless as he looked at the cornfield that had been ruined by everyone in just a few minutes.
They hurriedly pulled out these pests to avoid causing more trouble to the old farmers: you know, these grains are not for eating.
It is reserved for further expansion of planting tomorrow.
At this time, there was a noise from somewhere on the farm.
Ma Chao wiped his sweat and walked quickly to that place.
I saw dozens of serfs kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for something.
Ma Chao's face immediately turned cold: Since time traveling, Ma Chao has always attached great importance to his reputation-building plan to eliminate the impact of robbing those famous families.
Under his rule, the poor people worshiped Ma Chao like a god general.
The reason is that Ma Chao treats soldiers, servants, children, and craftsmen with kindness and kindness, so that he can create his own glorious and great image.
But now seeing what these people were begging for, how could Ma Chao not be angry?
"What's going on?"
Ma Chao asked Han Feng coldly, with a hint of accusation in his tone.
"Young master, these people refuse to plant this winter wheat into the fields."
Han Feng said with a bitter face: Not to mention these old farmers, even Han Feng was very hesitant about whether these wheat could survive the winter.
Young Master will be punished by God for wasting food like this.
When he heard that this was the reason, Ma Chao's expression softened.
He knew that after all, these things broke the inherent thinking of these ancients and were extremely difficult for them to accept, let alone implement.
For this reason, Ma Chao came here specially today, just to use his own prestige to solve these problems: This has nothing to do with Han Feng's management.
It really can't be solved without his own intervention.
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"Don't worry, everyone, I know what everyone means and understands everyone's mood at this time.
But since I dare to do this, I naturally know it in my heart."
Ma Chao clapped his hands, helped up the old farmer closest to him, and continued: " These wheats can survive the winter and will mature next summer.
If you don’t believe it, look around.
You have seen these crops before.”
After saying this, everyone was a little moved: Yes, the young master is so wise.
I don’t know where he got these immortal creatures with such magical powers.
If he was not sure, how could he rashly plant them?
The old farmer who was first helped up by Ma Chao looked at Ma Chao carefully and then said sternly: "That's all, I will trust you for once."
With this old farmer taking the lead, the serfs no longer persisted, and under the command, they sow the wheat in an orderly manner.
"Young Master, Young Master, those cucumbers, tomatoes, beans, peppers, grapes and other things have all been collected.
But those potatoes" came over, it was Ma Chao's old housekeeper Ma Zheng.
This old man's work has been exposed since the cloud After his son took over, he was directly promoted from an old slave to the level of housekeeper.
With decades of experience, he managed Ma Chao's housekeeping, large and small, in an orderly manner.
The cooks, servants, children and guests all followed Ma Chao's requirements and treated them one by one, which made Ma Chao famous.
Also fell short.
After Ma Chao heard Ma Zheng's inquiry, he naturally patted his head and smiled: Those potatoes grow underneath.
These ancients had no experience in this area, so they were naturally a little confused.
These potatoes have been growing on Ma's farm for more than five months since Ma Chao brought them.
At this time, the stems and leaves have completely withered and are ready for harvesting.
When Ma Chao arrived in the potato field, he was not polite.
He reached out and grabbed the stems and leaves on the potatoes, and pulled them out with a force.
Everyone took a breath when they looked at the potatoes in Ma Chao's hands.
They saw four fists on the roots of the potatoes.
Potatoes weighing more than a pound each.
This means that one plant can produce four kilograms.
Planting a thousand plants in one acre of land will produce three thousand kilograms.
Even if this bag of potato seedlings is carefully cared for, it is impossible to produce this kind of yield in a big field.
However, even so, if you fold it in half, it weighs one thousand five hundred kilograms.
In the Han Dynasty, one stone was worth about one hundred and twenty kilograms, which is a full twelve or three stone.
Crop yields in the Han Dynasty were quite low, with one acre of land yielding only three stones.
Of course, one acre of land in the Han Dynasty was less than 0.7 acres today.
That's only four stones, which totals less than 400 kilograms.
Compared with the current output of one thousand kilograms per acre, it is too little.
It is almost like relying on God's harvest.
The reason why everyone was surprised was naturally because of the potato yield per acre.
You should know that although the crops Ma Chao picked before were carefully tended and the yields were quite large, they did not exceed twice the normal yield per mu in the Han Dynasty.
The shock they bring is more of a novelty.
But this potato is different.
Its yield is four to five times higher than the yield per mu of any crop.
This shock is beyond the imagination of the old farmers, and they can't help but be surprised.
After Han Ying, Cai Yan and others asked the old farmers, they were so surprised that they opened their cherry mouths, obviously unable to react to the facts before them.
But Ma Chao still didn't think it was shocking enough, and scratched his head and said strangely: "That's wrong, why is it so little?"
After hearing his words, everyone fell to the ground.
Han Ying was smiling and was about to pretend to comfort Yun Ye, but saw Ma Chao digging hard in the soil like a mad dog.
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He nodded with satisfaction only after digging out three more potatoes.
At this time, Ma Chao felt a little quiet around him.
When he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at the three potatoes in his hand with their eyes wide open.
After a long time, an old farmer screamed: "Oh my god, forty dan" Ma Chao turned around and saw that the old farmer had fainted from excitement.
Ma Chao quickly pinched the person and poured cold water on him, and it took him a long time to revive the old farmer.
As soon as the old farmer opened his eyes, he hurriedly stood up and knelt down to Ma Chao: "Young Master, if crops like this can be planted in our country as soon as possible, then a certain class of poor people will no longer have to suffer from hunger.
What a pain."
After saying this, the old farmer burst into tears.
Ma Chao knew that the old farmer’s grandchildren died of starvation during the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
This old man has an unforgettable pain about hunger.
How could we not be excited when we saw that Ma Chao had harvested such a high-yielding crop?
Everyone seemed to be shocked by what the old farmer said, and they all knelt down and cried.
For a time, this originally joyful harvest turned into a funeral like Ma Chao's pigtails.
Even women such as Ma Yunlu, Yun'er, Cai Yan, Han Ying, etc. also shed tears slightly.
"Please get up quickly, please get up quickly."
Ma Chao hurriedly helped the old farmer up, but the old farmer may still be immersed in grief.
As soon as Ma Chao helped him up, he fell down again.
Ma Chao could only hold the potatoes and said loudly: "Everyone, don't be sad anymore.
Today, Ma's farm has harvested the grain and reserved it as seeds.
Next year, it will be taken to the wasteland outside the country to expand production.
As long as everyone works together, in less than three years , the entire Yongzhou can be planted with these crops, and it is guaranteed that all the people under the Ma family will never go hungry again."
"Young Master is wise," everyone shouted in unison, feeling energetic again.
Under the instructions of the team leaders and stewards, they entered the next round of work.
Ma Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, thinking that nothing would happen again.
But when he looked up, he saw Brother Chou walking quickly to his side and whispered into his ear: "Sun Jian died in battle" s: There will be three updates today, but the one in the evening may be later.
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