Five hundred and ninety-seven, yield per mu is 700
Another old man echoed that he didn't think it was a big deal at all.
This is a fine seed cultivated by Xiaoyu. Every grain is precious. Without this ear of corn cobs, it is equivalent to planting dozens less corn cobs next year, and even more the year after that. This is a big deal, tens of thousands of corn cobs will be planted.
can not be ignored.
Although the area of the small courtyard is not too large, and Zhang Yu has divided it into several planting areas, when the corns are piled together, the quantity is still a bit unexpected.
Except for Zhang Yu, everyone present looked at the pair of corns with sparkling eyes.
Uncle Zhao couldn't help but rush towards the pile of corn. He grabbed two ears of corn and pressed his face against it.
While rubbing it, tears streamed down his face and he said tremblingly: "Good corn, good corn!"
Even without weighing, they could see that this batch of corn was definitely no lower than the previous batch.
A group of people were excited for a long time before they came to their senses.
Uncle Zhao was the first to speak out: "Where is the scale? How much do these weigh?"
As soon as he said this, the sound of people looking for scales could be heard all around.
"It's here, it's here with me." Zhao Feng's sharp eyes were the first to spot the scale placed next to the well. He picked it up and shook it toward the crowd.
When Uncle Zhao heard this, he was the first to rush to Zhao Feng with a skill suitable for his age, grabbed the scale in his hand and walked towards the corn without even looking at Zhao Feng.
With the scales in hand, these people simply couldn't wait to remove the corn husks before weighing them together, and decisively chose to weigh them while removing the corn husks.
With the concerted efforts of everyone, the first basket was quickly peeled out. Zhao Feng was smarter this time. In order to get the news as soon as possible, he and another young man grabbed the weighing job.
After the first basket of corn was hung on the scale, everyone gathered around the scale, wanting to know the yield as soon as possible.
Those who respond quickly will rush to the front, while those who respond slowly will naturally fall to the outside.
If you can't squeeze in, you just shout outside: "How heavy is it? How heavy is it? How heavy is this basket of corn?"
"Stop squeezing, you can't even see clearly." Several old people who were almost squeezed shouted loudly to the back. While shouting, they did not forget to use their bodies to set up a barrier for Uncle Zhao so that he could look at the scale.
"One hundred and ten pounds, one hundred and ten pounds!" This weight made Uncle Zhao rub his eyes in disbelief.
After listening to Uncle Zhao's words, the others couldn't bear it anymore and squeezed in with all their strength. After squeezing in, they looked at the scale over and over again.
Under the disbelief eyes of a bunch of people, they continued to weigh themselves several times, and they all got the same result.
As if a pot was exploding, everyone rushed towards the corn that had not yet been peeled off, and after twenty minutes all the corn was pulled out.
After weighing the baskets one by one and removing the moisture, Uncle Zhao estimated that the final yield per mu would be about 700 kilograms.
As soon as this statement came out, the disbelief on everyone's faces almost overflowed.
They knew that the estimated yield of the corn that Zhang Yu planted in the courtyard last time was 600 kilograms per mu. They thought it would be good if the yield this time could be stable at 600 kilograms.
The fact that the yield per mu can reach 600 kilograms this time means that the corn cultivated by Zhang Yu is stable and can be planted on a large scale. I did not expect that the yield per mu could increase.
"700 pounds, ow! 700 pounds!" A wolf-like voice came from the mouth of a young man, but no one felt that he shouldn't be so excited, and they all cheered along with him.
The young people present all came from that hungry era and all knew the importance of food. After being excited, they surrounded Zhang Yu. Several young people looked at each other and smiled, and then rushed towards Zhang Yu.
In the past, when Zhang Yu didn't react, he picked him up and threw him into the sky.
This scene made Uncle Zhao's blood pressure rise. He shouted loudly: "Put down, put down Xiaoyu quickly! What should I do if I fall on Xiaoyu?"
As soon as Uncle Zhao said this, several other old people also reacted and shouted to the crowd: "Be careful, you all, be careful, don't fall on Xiaoyu's head."
But you can't fall on Xiaoyu. What if you fall and hit your brain?
Xiaoyu's brain is a treasure that can cultivate high-yielding crops. What if it breaks?
The young man who was booing was scolded by the older generation. They looked at each other in disbelief. You looked at me, I looked at you, and finally focused on Zhang Yu's head. The original dissatisfaction was gone.
Uncle Zhao and the others seem to be right. Xiaoyu's head is a precious thing and cannot be dropped.
Zhang Yu's face was full of black lines even before he could stand firm after hearing these words. His brain was important, not cooperating with others.
Zhang Yu felt a little cold behind his back when so many people looked at him. He was not afraid of the attention, but the key was that the places these people looked at were too penetrating.
Seeing a group of people looking at his head with bright eyes, Zhang Yu knew what they were thinking without saying anything. In order to prevent his head from being poisoned, he quickly changed the subject: "Uncle Zhao, this corn must be dried before it can be used."
If you want to make seeds, where should you put them to dry?"
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes moved away from Zhang Yu's head. Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at these people calmly and leisurely. Where are they going to dry the vanilla corn?
This year's planting area is many times larger than last year, and naturally more corn will be harvested. Naturally, we need to carefully consider the location of corn.
"How about sunbathing in the yard?" someone tentatively suggested.
Before he could finish speaking, someone objected excitedly: "That's not okay. What if someone steals it? This is not an ordinary corn. It can replenish 700 kilograms of corn seeds. I feel sad if there is one missing corn."
It doesn’t work.”
As soon as this statement came out, others became nervous and also echoed: "No, no, no."
"How about transporting it back to our yard to dry?"
Uncle Zhao was a little moved by these words, but after a second thought he shook his head: "No, outsiders often come into our courtyard, and drying so much corn at once will definitely attract people's attention. Besides, the children nearby will
But there are quite a lot of them. Children are ignorant. If you get two of them..."
Although Uncle Zhao didn't finish what he said, the meaning behind his words was clear.
When everyone thought about the consequences, they all covered their hearts: I can't think about it, I can't think about it, it makes me feel bad just thinking about it.
"What should we do?"
Just when everyone was at a loss what to do, Zhao Feng made a suggestion: "How about we expose it here? It's a big place and can be exposed to the sun. At worst, I'll take a few days off to guard it here."
"Xiao Feng, this is a good idea, let's do it like this." Uncle Zhao slapped his thigh and said decisively that Zhao Feng's idea was good.
