Feng Chao's family only had a twenty-foot-long mallet, and it didn't take long for everyone to get it out together.
The output is also pretty good, I estimate that one foot weighs about twenty-six or seven kilograms or more.
It's really hard to say about the yield of ginseng. The size of the plants in the field, whether there is enough fertilizer and water, and whether the field management can keep up, all have an impact.
Sometimes, even if the same person works on the same piece of land, the size of the mallets produced are different.
Therefore, old people say that growing ginseng is called blood wealth, and a large part of it depends on luck.
Just as they finished playing with the mallet at Feng Chao's house, everyone stopped to have a rest and have lunch.
After dinner, I was not idle and started to talk about Sun Xiaofeng's house again.
The output of ginseng produced by Sun Xiaofeng's family is similar to that of Feng Chao's family, both of which are pretty good.
Everyone was busy until about 3:30 in the afternoon, finishing lifting the mallet, and then tidying up the ginseng shed and other things.
Those plastic sheets have only been used for two years and are not completely worn out yet. They can be kept to build a warehouse at home, a small vegetable shed or something like that.
Otherwise, you can still sell scraps. It costs only a few cents per pound, so who is willing to throw them away?
You can't throw away column bases, large joint poles, anything like that. You can use them when building shelves for making goods at home. Otherwise, they can also be used as firewood.
If it had been someone else, they probably wouldn't have needed it. It was quite a long way to drive a carriage and it wasn't worth transporting it back.
But Xu Shiyan and the others have no problem. Most of what they drive up is packed, and everything that can be transported back is shipped back.
By the time I finish pulling these things and go back, it will be around 4:30 and I will get home around 5:00.
The hammer from Xu Shiyan's family was sent directly to Xu Chenghou.
"Oh, how many sacks are there? How many bags are there? Our family is only about thirty feet long. How can we bring back more than ten sacks?"
Zhou Guilan was stunned when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Xu Shiyan carrying sacks into the house. Why did they bring so many sticks when they were thirty feet long?
"Old lady, our mallet is so good this year. Didn't you see how the mallet looks? It's not rusty at all, so it's very popular.
Let's try it out. One foot can lift more than thirty kilograms. You can see it when you wash the water tomorrow. It's beautiful."
Xu Chenghou didn't feel tired after a day's work, and walked back to the house with great energy carrying the sack.
He threw the sack directly on the ground in the innermost room of the west room and said to Zhou Guilan with a smile.
"Just take a look, our sticks will fetch a good price this year." Nothing makes farmers happier than a bumper harvest.
"Really? Gee, that's great.
Well, you unload the truck, and I'll pack up the food, which will be served soon."
Zhou Guilan was also very happy when she heard this. She had been busy for three years and had been looking forward to this time.
So I happily went to the kitchen to pack the food and prepare for dinner.
Xu Chenghou and his son carried sacks into the house, while Su Anying dragged the plastic sheets and stuff to the warehouse.
Chu Xuanhuai wanted to help, but found that he couldn't help, and he couldn't help.
"Master, let's go, let's go wash our hands and eat. You can't do these tasks. You can take a look at our mallet tomorrow."
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Xu Haiyuan, who had been spending a day in the mountains, happily dragged Chu Xuanhuai into the house.
The old man is already over seventy years old. How can he do such strenuous work? It would be better to just sit back and relax.
After a while, Xu Chenghou and his son finished unloading the car, and Xu Shiyan drove the car back to his home.
His house has a specially built carport where parking can be done.
Xu Shiyan had just parked the car, and before he could turn around to go back to his parents' place for dinner, the scoundrel jumped out from the side and jumped into Xu Shiyan's arms with a slight jump.
"Hey, you little thing, are you trying to fool me again?
What's going on? You've been busy working today and no one feeds you? Then let's go."
Xu Shiyan took a look and saw that the little scoundrel was motionless in his arms. He didn't know if he was hungry or sleepy, or if he was just being cunning and looking for someone to hold him.
Xu Shiyan had nothing to do with the deadbeat, so he could only hold the deadbeat, lock the door of his house, and then take the deadbeat with him to Xu Chenghou's place.
After the wild ginseng trees were cooked and dried, Xu Shiyan hid them, and the two dogs at home were sent to the mountains.
There is no way, Zhao Jianguo only has a few puppies, they are not grown up yet, they are not very capable, they are not as powerful as Xiao Huang and Erhei.
Although there are many plantings on the Liumao River side and the others are all newly planted, we should not be careless.
Autumn is the most critical time, so Xiao Huang and the others have to be allowed to stay in the mountains for a while, waiting for the snow to fall before they can be brought back home.
Without a dog, the scoundrel had no chance to show off his authority, so he jumped directly to the ground as soon as he entered the yard and scampered into the house.
When Zhou Guilan saw the deadbeat coming, she was quite puzzled. Why did this little thing come here today?
"No, I went over to feed it during the day. Is it because it's not full?
Wait a minute and I'll find you some meat."
Zhou Guilan hurried to the kitchen and threw a small strip of meat left over from cooking to the deadbeat so that he could eat it.
The rascal had the meat in his mouth and lay down in the corridor outside to eat it.
Xu Shiyan didn't bother to care about it, and hurriedly washed his hands and face, and went to eat with his family.
If we follow the old rules in the past, on the day when the stick is played, pigs and sheep will be killed to invite the troupe, which is in time for the festival.
A few years ago, we were all communes, so we no longer had to pay attention to them, and some of the old rules were discarded.
However, Zhou Guilan still cooked a lot of delicious food to celebrate the autumn harvest.
Chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork ribs stewed with beans and corn harvest vegetables, stir-fried large peppers with meat, stuffed eggplants, tomatoes mixed with sugar, and pig ears mixed with cucumbers are all favorites of everyone.
"Young, why is the food served tonight so hard? Mom, I'm tired."
Xu Shiyan looked at the dishes on the table and knew that his mother was very busy.
"Then our family has a stick? Why can't we prepare something delicious?
Do you and I drink? I'll give you a pot of wine, which will relieve your fatigue?" Zhou Guilan asked as she went to look for wine in the cupboard.
"Dad, if you want to drink, just drink some. I won't drink anymore." Xu Shiyan had no intention of drinking.
His stick is a bit eye-catching, and no one can say whether anyone is thinking about it.
He'd better be more alert at night, but don't drink, as it might delay things.
"Old lady, stop working, I won't drink either.
What are you drinking at this time? Let’s wait until Bang Chui makes the goods and sells them for money.”
Xu Chenghou is an old man, how can he still not understand what his son means? He also thought about it.
In the old days of the production team, militiamen had to watch over every move, let alone now.
Whoever comes home with more than ten sacks of mallets at once would have to keep one eye open at night.
If something happens, all three years of hard work will be in vain.
The two men refused to drink, and Zhou Guilan did not persuade them, so everyone sat down to eat.
After a busy day, you will be tired and hungry at night. You don't have to pretend to be at home, just open it and eat.
The chicken stewed with mushrooms was cooked at a very good temperature and the meat was very soft. The mushrooms were the pine mushrooms that children picked up in the woods in summer.
This pine mushroom stewed chicken is more delicious than frozen hazelnut mushrooms, and the soup is absolutely delicious.
Not to mention eating meat, just scoop some soup into the rice, and you can eat two big bowls of rice with the soup.
"It's delicious and fragrant. I've gained weight in the past six months." Chu Xuanhuai said with a smile while eating.