"I heard it's gone. The farmer harvested eight tons of grain from two acres of paddy fields!"
"Two acres and eight dan! Is it real or fake?!"
"How can I lie to you? I bumped into Liu Zhuzhu while I was walking. He just came out of the banker's house."
"Can't you? I remember that her home is a paddy field, but it's low-class. Don't be mistaken."
"Let's take a walk and let's see if we can find out. What's the point of just guessing here?"
It was almost dinner time, but the fact that these two acres of paddy fields produced eight tons of grain was really annoying. The two men who had been chatting didn't even rush back to eat, but hurried towards the banker's house.
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Can this field really harvest so much?
After the rice-fish incident, every household paid attention to the farmer's harvest. When the news came out, the whole village knew about it immediately.
There are those who believe and those who don't believe, and there are still some who are still doubtful. Those who are impatient and can't hold back anything will go to the banker.
"What are you doing here at this late hour? I'm a widow in charge of the house, what are you talking about if you go here at this time!"
The wife at the head of the house kept mumbling that she had finally given up the idea of going out for a run, but that night she was scratching her head and feeling uncomfortable, so she decided to come to the house the next day to find out what was going on.
The word "two acres and eight dan" spread quickly, and by dinner time, Zhuang Er also heard about it.
He didn't need to mention it at the dinner table, but Mrs. Qian started asking about it herself.
"Second brother, didn't you sneak here the day before yesterday to help the old man's family cut rice?"
Her heavy eyelids drooped with wrinkles seemed to be unopened. Mrs. Qian took a sip of multi-grain porridge that was thin and watery.
When Zhuang Er heard what his mother said about his sister-in-law, he frowned inwardly, but he didn't dare to show it. He just put the bowl on the table and replied politely: "The village chief asked me to go there, along with Liu Da and the others. We'll be there in half a day."
Okay, I didn’t delay my home work."
He thought that his mother was unhappy because of the third sister-in-law, and wanted to find fault with him at the dinner table to vent her anger.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qian was very calm and showed no sign of scolding herself.
"I just heard that her family harvested eight tons of grain from two acres of land? Is this true or false? Didn't you feel like it when you harvested it?"
With three questions in a row, Zhuang Er didn't know which one to answer.
He only harvested a little over half an acre that day, so how could he know how the harvest was going? But this rice grain...
"If you want to say it, just say it. It's not like a man to be hesitant about anything!" Mrs. Qian put down the bowl, and the furniture on the dining table shook in surprise.
"I feel that the rice grains are plumper than ours."
Zhuang Er carefully weighed his tone and couldn't figure out why his mother suddenly asked this question.
If you want to say that his brain is still not full, the thing that makes Mrs. Qian spend her time thinking about it is the matter of money.
"Go to her house tomorrow and see if it's true or not. If it's true, you'll have to bring back that fertile field method no matter what."
"Mom, my niece said that she will give this fish field recipe directly to everyone, why should I ask for it?"
Mrs. Qian's thoughts these days have been all about Sanfang. She only knows that her boss's fish farm has a good harvest, and she feels jealous. She doesn't know that Zhuang Keqing is willing to teach the villagers how to do it for free.
"What are you talking about?" The old lady was so shocked that her eyelids were opened. "Is she stupid? How can I teach people this way in vain?"
"He is indeed a loser!"
Mrs. Qian was furious. She only hated the old man for his indifference. He didn't know how to respect his mother-in-law and be friendly to his brothers even if he had good ideas. Instead, he had to take advantage of these irrelevant lazy people in the village.
Zhuang Er obviously disagreed with his mother's words, but he couldn't refute anything. He just picked up a bowl and drank the porridge. The porridge at home was so thin that people could be seen, and he couldn't help but think of the lunch he had at his sister-in-law's house. It was so delicious.
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"No, you should go and have a look tomorrow. I don't believe you can actually collect eight loads. Someone must be bragging!"
Unable to swallow the sigh in her chest, the old lady still insisted on letting Zhuang Er go.
If he really collects eight Dan, then he must use this method next year. If he does not have eight Dan, it also means that his vision is right. This mourning family is not a real person. He is used to lying and deceiving people. When the family was separated,
That’s right!
On the second day, the small courtyard of the banker was even more lively than before after collecting the fish, and the waves of people came continuously.
Qin Manzhi directly opened the door of the warehouse, allowing others to see enough and saving himself the effort to speak.
When the men saw it, they would praise it, saying that the fields were well cultivated and that they had a good harvest of fish and grain. They just said a few words back and forth.
But for the wives who came with the men, the mothers-in-law always said one thing after another, and they didn't even have to say a few words.
"Ke'er has been known to be smart and capable since she was a child. I thought this girl was lucky to have such a handsome husband. She is a handsome husband that cannot be found in any village in the world."
"Isn't that right? She is still literate and can write well. In the future, she will be a scholar. But isn't she the first brother in our village to be a scholar?"
That's not what I said before. I've been in trouble with my relatives since I was a child. Not to mention my father, I was thin and short, and it was difficult to have children at first glance. I had some money, so I cheered up and imitated the rich family's method of recruiting children, and I still did it.
He was a run-down young man who was kicked out of his family. He didn't know how much money he made but still wanted to provide education for others. In short, he was just miserable.
Zhuang Keqing listened to her ears and smiled on her face. She never thought about comparing herself to others.
People in the village are like this. Everyone is not rich. If your family has something and others don't have it, it's always unbalanced. But when his cheap daddy disappeared, the villagers also helped, which shows his true nature.
Everything is still simple.
As long as everyone is rich, has grain in the barn, and money in the pocket, people will broaden their horizons and not be so calculating every day.
The same goes for things in the fields. Farmers rely on the fields for food all year round. With rice field fish, at least this season of rice, everyone can harvest more and have some surplus.
The men who were looking after the grain were entertained by Shen Ling, and Zhuang Keqing moved a bench to sit on the table for his wife and aunt, who was also here, and brought tea, water and snacks herself.
"The banker's girl is really capable."
"I see that my heart is kind. Isn't the tofu now allowed to be exchanged for things in our village? There's nothing like this outside."
Everyone was still praising them, but Zhuang Keqing only smiled and occasionally responded, but he didn't show any signs of silence.
Holding the tea bowl in hand, they drank a lot of water. The villagers were talking so much that their mouths were numb. Finally, someone couldn't hold it back and asked: "I said, you girl from the banker, you said that the fish field method is really for nothing."
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Before Zhuang Keqing could speak, the man said, "Girl, don't blame aunt for asking so directly. I don't know where this news came from, but now everyone takes it seriously."
As soon as these words came out, everyone chatting around them lowered their voices in unison and pricked up their ears to listen to her answer.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Keqing really agreed, "This method is meant to be taught to everyone. The village chief has discussed it with me. We won't charge any money from you. We just have to wait until next spring to make unified arrangements."
Everyone didn't expect to ask such a question, but they actually recognized it, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Is this a good way to get both fish and food for nothing? Is it really their turn to have such a good thing?
But after looking at the smiling banker girl, I felt that the other party was not a liar.
"Auntie, mother-in-law, life is not easy for everyone, and it's good to have more income." Zhuang Keqing brought a jar to store water for others, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds.
"By the way, the rice straw left in the field does not need to be plowed. It is directly burned to ashes. It can kill insects and fertilize the field. It will also be good for next year's crops to grow."
The listener sighed and took the melon seeds, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea in his head, "Then the many rice straws left at home for the stove are all wasted. They should be burned to fertilize the fields!"
"That's right. Auntie is right." Zhuang Keqing replied with a smile.
When she said this, everyone present could not sit still. They all returned their tea bowls and called out to their men before leaving, saying they were going home to sort rice stalks.
"I just asked what Liu Zhuzhu was burning in the field that night yesterday. He was burning rice straw!"
"This guy must have known about it for a long time and didn't know to say anything."
"Hey, don't blame me. If the banker's girl hadn't told you this, would you have believed it?"
The villagers were still talking on the way back without intending to lower their voices. Some of them heard a few words on the way and didn't understand, so they chased after them and asked. Then they were still doubtful and went to the banker to ask for confirmation.
It was almost evening, and many farmers in the village who had finished harvesting early had already lit fires and started burning their fields.