Yang Heshu nodded stiffly, squeezed out a smile and said, "Investigating the public sentiment is one of the lessons my husband assigned me."
Manbao and Bai Shanbao both nodded enthusiastically to express their understanding, and then said that if he asked him casually, they would definitely tell him everything.
Although it went very smoothly, it should be said that his journey has not been so smooth, but he still feels that something is wrong. What should I do?
The only normal one should be Bai Erlang.
He listened to them with some boredom, climbed to his bookcase, took out two packs of snacks, opened them, took one for himself, and put it in the middle for everyone to eat.
Yang Heshu asked about last year's harvest. He originally thought that the three children would not know. After all, this is something only adults know, and most of them only have a rough impression. Judging from the villages he has walked, the most everyone can know
Say something like, "The best piece of land is slightly worse than last year. I harvested two bags of rice. If it's bad, it means there is no harvest."
But not Man Bao and Bai Shanbao. They were able to tell the specific amount. For example, during the summer harvest last year, the land with the highest wheat harvest in Qili Village belonged to Lao Zhou's family. A total of two and a half stones were harvested. The worst, well,
I harvested a bunch of wheat, but even the seeds were not recovered.
Rice was the worst, and the field with the highest harvest belonged to the village chief's family. It had two stones, and the worst was no harvest. Everyone didn't care about harvesting in the field, but thinking about the possible hard days in the coming year, they still went to bring it.
The rice husks are cut back and ground into chaff.
Manbao even had the data from the previous year. The two of them rummaged through the bookcase and showed Yang Heshu the average yield per mu.
Of course, this is only the data temporarily collected by Manbao in Qili Village, and does not include Mr. Bai's family.
But Bai Erlang has the data from Mr. Bai's family. Of course, Bai Erlang didn't have it originally.
But Bai Shanbao and Manbao forced him to ask his father. His father didn't know, so he asked the housekeeper at home, so he also knew.
Of course, he would not remember so many numbers, so he remembered the largest number.
Because Man Bao and Bai Shan Bao said that their goal this year is to exceed this maximum number.
Yang Heshu listened to them blankly, and then asked after a while: "Aren't you in school? How come you have time to do such a thing?"
"When our husband heard that we were going to do something like this, he gave us time, and also told us to ask more people, memorize more numbers, and then calculate the average."
Bai Shanbao nodded, "This is the total calculated by Mr. Manbao for us. There are too many numbers, and Manbao always calculates it wrong."
"Obviously you also made a mistake."
Bai Erlang was afraid that the two of them would start fighting again. If he tried to stop them and went against his will, but if he didn't stop him, he would have to be taught a lesson by his father, so he quickly reached out his hand to the middle and said, "Okay, stop arguing, we are here."
I’m slow at math, and it’s difficult to calculate such long numbers.”
Man Bao said: "It's not difficult at all, it's all due to carelessness."
Bai Erlang didn't want to talk to her anymore. Man Bao and Bai Shanbao learned it after Mr. Zhuang calculated the balance in front of them. Only Bai Erlang couldn't learn it. It's okay to add, but balance is so difficult...
Yang Heshu looked down at the numbers, kept them in mind and asked, "Wouldn't this mean there is a shortage of food in the village?"
"Yes," Man Bao said sadly: "Many families can only eat thin food even when farming is busy. Some people in the village have almost begun to eat seven-quarter bran and three-quarter flour. My father said that if we don't save food,
We will also be given rice bran to eat before the winter wheat is harvested."
Yang Heshu looked at Man Bao, "Your family can afford to study, but is it still so difficult?"
Man Bao nodded, "Isn't it? My family is very poor, but it is a little better than my classmates. They were taken home by their families years ago. I don't know when they can come to school."
Bai Erlang interrupted: "I miss them. They haven't come to play with me for a long time."
Bai Shanbao: "They also have to work in the fields, okay? It's busy farming now."
Yang Heshu opened his mouth and was about to continue asking, but Bai Erlang asked: "I think our wheat planting is almost finished. It will be almost done in two days. My father said that the weather will be cold in two days, and the wheat that has been planted will have to go through it once."
Only cold waves can grow well, so when will our beans be planted?”
"I don't know, look at my dad," Man Bao said, "If my family starts planting, we will start planting."
Although the three children have read two or three agricultural books, they still have a bad grasp of the farming season, so they can only plant what they see in the village.
Especially for the old Zhou family, Man Bao felt that there was nothing wrong with following his father in doing things like farming.
"Then when will you plant fruit trees?" Bai Erlang was most concerned about this. "I remember someone said that you can plant trees when you plant beans."
"That's what I said." Man Bao raised his little hand and said, "Logically speaking, the time should be the same, because it was getting warmer by then, the beans grew faster, and the fruit trees should be easier to survive."
"But I want to plant fruit trees after the wheat is planted. Wouldn't it be possible to eat fruits one day earlier if I plant them one day earlier?"
"They will freeze to death." Bai Shanbao said, "My uncle said he would only give us forty fruit saplings, but if they freeze to death, there will be none."
Bai Erlang immediately stopped talking.
Yang Heshu immediately saw the opportunity to interject, "Then do you want the court to allocate relief food? Will the villagers' lives be easier if they have relief food?"
"Of course," Man Bao was the first to answer, "We look forward to the imperial court providing food relief every day."
Yang Heshu asked with a smile, "Then what do you think this standard should be? Do you think your family needs to receive relief food?"
Man Bao thought for a while and then said: "If my family eats bran, then I have to take it. I don't like eating bran. It has no taste and is not delicious."
Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang, who had eaten steamed buns mixed with bran from their classmates, also nodded, "It's not delicious."
Yang Heshu looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "Then do you think your family should also receive it?"
Bai Erlang said: "My family doesn't need it, my family has money."
Bai Shanbao also said: "Although we suffered a disaster last year, we can still live well, so I don't need it at home."
Man Bao nodded, "Except for these two families, every family in our village should be able to receive relief food."
Yang Heshu, there are about sixty households, which is quite a lot of people.
Therefore, he said: "Relief food can only be given to the most needy group of people. Who do you think is the most needy family in your village?"
"Aunt Friday's family at the end of the village is so poor that she mixed it with half the bran in the first month of the year. There is also the man next door to us. Hehe, their family is the poorest now, and Zhou Hu
Brother's house, I went to visit Erlu last time. Erlu said that their family is running out of food. Now the food is reserved for Sister Hu and Sanshou. What they eat is a dough made of wild vegetables and rice bran. It's really difficult.
Eat."
Yang Heshu saw that Manbao was like a treasure, and from the previous conversation, he also knew that she was the most familiar with Qili Village, so he asked her emphatically, "Why are these three families the poorest?"