Chapter 1075 This kind of output really makes Cheng Chubi proud
Chapter 1075 Such output really makes Cheng Chubi extremely proud (please subscribe and vote)
Not long after, the tarts were placed next to the golden rice field.
Deng Chengxin also jumped back with the things Cheng Sanlang asked him to get.
Cheng Chubi took the package, opened it, and took out a dozen pairs of gloves sewn from linen.
Then they threw them at the Cheng family members who were moving their hands and feet next to the field, preparing for a big fight.
"Come on, come on, one pair for each person, one pair for each person, put this thing on your hands, so as not to get scratched by the sharp rice leaves later."
At this moment, Li Shimin, who was standing not far away with his sons Li Chengqian and Li Ke, could not help but look over there curiously.
Seeing the look in his father's eyes, Li Ke, an excellent royal tool man, hurriedly jumped over.
He greeted Cheng Chubi warmly who was handing out gloves.
"Brother Chu Bi, give me a pair to try too."
What could Cheng Chubi say? He thought this kid was in the way and beat him up? As the saying goes, when beating a dog, it depends on the owner.
Seeing that his father was the emperor, Cheng Chubi didn't bother to argue with Cheng Ran, the biggest bug in the university, and directly threw a pair of gloves to him.
He distributed the other gloves and put on a pair himself. After clapping his hands, he picked up a sickle and got off the ground.
Uncle Ji, who was standing aside, immediately became anxious and shouted loudly.
"Third Young Master, what are you going to do down here? Why don't you come up quickly? You can't do such rough work."
"It's okay, Uncle Ji. Hurry up and finish harvesting as soon as possible so that you can know how much output we can produce from this acre of land that we have carefully tended."
Cheng Chubi stretched out his hand without raising his head, and then with a stroke of the sickle, he cut down the handfuls of rice and put them aside.
Seeing Cheng Chubi start to take action, others also joined the harvesting battlefield, and the sickles were cutting the rice briskly.
Pieces of rice fell down and were then carried to the edge of the field.
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Li Shimin took the glove from Li Ke's hand and put it on his hand in a novel way.
This thing is the same style as the gloves used by Cheng Sanlang for surgery, but it is made of linen.
He stretched out his hand and stroked the rice leaves with jagged edges. Naturally, the rice leaves were unable to make burning cuts on the skin.
"Cheng Sanlang is really awesome. I never thought that gloves could be used in such a way."
"It's easier than those farmers wrapping cloth strips on their hands when harvesting, and the protection is more comprehensive."
After all, Li Shimin was also the emperor of the Tang Dynasty who personally worked in the fields and copied sickles to harvest. In the old days, during the harvest.
They just follow the example of those old farmers and wrap their hands with cloth, but that method is naturally not as comfortable as the gloves made by Cheng Chubi.
Two fat and strong Cheng family members began to pick up the rice in their hands and swung it hard.
Slap hard on the corners of the tart, every blow.
The grains that have turned golden will be scattered and splash into the tart hopper.
Member Liu from the Farming Division of the Ministry of Industry stood nearby with his hands clenched into fists, looking like he wanted to jump up and hit him a few times.
However, he finally understood that with his little strength, there would be no effect other than making a fool of himself on the stage. He might as well give a few reminders from time to time.
Let the fat and strong Cheng family members come more often and try not to miss any grains.
This kind of work is the most boring and boring. Every handful of rice needs to be beaten three times. Of course, today there are more people and more strength, so there is no need to compete for time.
So beat four or five handfuls of rice into one handful and try not to have any leftovers.
Cheng Chubi cut from one end to the other. Although he was not tired, he still felt a little sore from bending down.
Li Shimin had also wandered over and gave instructions to Zhao Kun.
Zhao Kun hurried away and soon brought a bucket, which was a standard bucket made by the Imperial Family of the Tang Dynasty.
This is a metal bucket made under the supervision of the Ministry of Industry. Ten buckets equal to one stone.
At this moment, Zhao Kun also appeared in person, scooped up a bucket, and then poured it into a sack. Each sack only contained one bucket.
This is for the convenience of calculation and calculation later, but Liu Yuanwai and Deng Zhubo.
He also invited his followers to go with them to the fields to check to see if there were any missing ears of rice.
His Majesty is squatting here. The two officials responsible for supervision and recording will wait until they behave well at this time.
As the rice piled beside the field ridges became less and less, the fat and strong Cheng family also changed their crops.
The last few handfuls of rice were beaten, and the grains fell into the tart hopper.
Zhao Kun signaled everyone to stand the tart bucket upright and poured the last bit of rice into the bucket.
Here, Li Shimin has already begun to count the sacks neatly arranged in front of him.
"There are thirty-six buckets in total. Zhao Kun, how many do you have?"
"Your Majesty, I should have half a bucket here." Zhao Kun replied loudly with a red face.
Li Shimin stared blankly at the sacks in front of him and murmured in a low voice.
"That's three stones, six buckets and a half..."
Li Chengqian was also stunned, and muttered something after a long time.
"Father, as far as I know, the best paddy field in the south of the Yangtze River, one acre of paddy field, can only bear the weight of three stones."
"The acre of land cultivated by Brother Chu Bi is actually six and a half bushels high..."
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Li Shimin turned his head and looked at Cheng Chubi.
"Do you know that the harvest from this acre of land, not to mention the Tang Dynasty, even in all dynasties, has never had such a harvest."
Cheng Chubi walked up to Li Shimin and looked at the harvest. Now, he could seriously explain it to the big boss.
"Uncle, this should be due to many reasons. First, there are no diseases or insect pests in my acre of rice."
"The second is that all rice species have the same budding time and growth time."
"In addition, the flowers driven by my nephew also had an effect..."
In fact, Cheng Chubi is still a little dissatisfied. After all, the high-quality non-hybrid rice produced by later generations of farmyard manure, even if it only uses farmyard manure, only costs 500 to 600 kilograms.
Now, from beginning to end, I strictly follow the standards of future generations, but I can only earn three stones and six and a half buckets.
If this was converted into kilograms, I'm afraid it would be less than 400 kilograms. This kind of output really makes Cheng Chubi not proud.
But when I thought about it, I felt relieved. The high-quality rice seeds for future generations must be carefully selected.
It is a good product that has been cultivated for many generations, but what I grow is ancient three-season rice that has not yet been improved.
You should be satisfied to have gained so much.
Li Shimin also woke up from the initial shock. After listening to Cheng Chubi's analysis, he had to admit that what this guy said was very reasonable.
If others knew that they could produce so much output from one acre of land, I don’t know what their success would be like.
But looking at Cheng Chubi's appearance, it seemed that it was still insufficient. Li Shimin really didn't know how to describe this kid.