Chapter 358 Who Misses Him?
With more people, there is more power. The five mu of rice was harvested in less than an hour.
This time, Lv Desheng came out with the Yamen's accounting.
As the saying goes, the monthly sporadic accounting is called "Accounting", and the annual total accounting is called "Accounting". Accounting is in charge of tax revenue, money expenditure, and monthly accounting and annual accounting in the government.
The five mu of rice was harvested, and the grains were threshed out with a thresher, and the leaves mixed in were cleaned up, and finally weighed.
This time, the scale was weighed on a large platform.
Everyone watched the government entourage push out a big thing, and then put the wet rice bags on it, and then read the weight.
The clerk next to him fiddled with it for a while, and then reported a number, "One hundred and twelve catties!"
This surprised the onlookers, which was much easier than using a pole scale.
After the last sack of rice was weighed, the final statistics came out. They harvested a total of 2,200 kilograms of wet rice from their five mu of rice fields.
Lu Songli also quickly calculated in his mind. The yield per mu is calculated as dry grain.
After drying the water of 2,200 kilograms of wet rice, there will be about 1,800 kilograms left. Calculated, the yield per mu is 360 kilograms.
This is already very good. You should know that the current yield per mu is about 270 to 280 kilograms.
Lu Songli knew that this was the result of proper rice density and full utilization of photosynthesis.
Not long after Lu Songli calculated it in his mind, the Yamen’s accounting committee converted the dry and wet rice and came to a conclusion that the five mu of rice planted by transplanting method can harvest three or four more buckets per mu.
This time, Lu Songli and his daughter came to inspect, and asked each county to invite a representative to accompany them in the village.
These people are good at taking care of crops. Just now, they felt that this piece of rice grew well and the harvest should not be low.
Hearing this conclusion, everyone was stunned.
Food is the most important thing for the people. Harvesting two or three more buckets of grain per mu is a dream come true for the people.
Because the annual taxes are fixed, every extra grain produced in the land belongs to them.
For this, the people really go out early and come back late to serve the fields.
"Manager Mo, how do you plant this land? Teach us!"
"Yes, teach us."
The representatives of these villages surrounded Mo Lianfeng in a swarm.
Seeing this scene, Lv Songli and Lv Desheng, father and daughter, smiled at each other.
If they want to promote the transplanting method and some better planting methods, they must first get the recognition of the people and let them cooperate willingly.
As the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is false.
Land is the lifeblood of the people. If they don't see it with their own eyes, it is very difficult to get them to change their farming habits.
Mo Lianfeng, who was surrounded, begged for mercy, "Don't do this, the government will promote the rice field transplanting method next year."
The village representatives asked excitedly, "Is this true?"
Mo Lianfeng: "It's true, if you don't believe it, ask Lord Lu."
Everyone looked at Lu Desheng when they heard it. They hesitated and didn't dare to surround him like they did Mo Lianfeng.
Lu Desheng spoke at this time. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, the rice field transplanting method will indeed be promoted next year. In addition to rice, there will be some methods for planting other crops. The government will send people to the village to teach you."
"Great!"
"Yes, that's great."
Next, with Lu Desheng's permission, Xiangping Juntun treated them to a meal with the newly arrived grain.
After the inspection, Lu's father and daughter went back home.
Zhan Ruoshui, who was riding in the car, looked depressed. Just now, they talked for a while, and he was sent away by his senior brother.
Zhan Ruoshui asked him what he wanted to ask her to do, but he didn't say.
The same thing, let him come to see him again before leaving Liaodong County.
Zhan Ruoshui: ... I dare not take this seriously anymore, forget it, he can come to see me when he is free.
On the way back, Lu Desheng asked his son-in-law whom he hadn't seen for a long time, "Where is Qin Sheng?"
Lu Songli replied, "The last letter I received said that he was in Huainan. The letter was sent half a month ago. With their speed, they should have reached Qingzhou at the fastest and Xuzhou at the slowest."
"Is he a turtle? He walks so slowly!" Lu Desheng said with disdain.
Lu Songli smiled and said, "Dad, I know you miss him. Don't dislike him, after all, he is on the road with 20,000 to 30,000 disaster victims." The movement of a large army is naturally not as fast as that of a small team.
"Humph, who misses him?"
"That means I am worried about him."
Lu Desheng: ... My daughter's hat-making skills are getting more and more skilled.
Nanyang
After the earth dragon turned over, countless houses collapsed, and there were broken walls everywhere. From time to time, there were shrill cries. Just one look at it felt like hell on earth.
Among the disaster victims in Nandi who originally followed the Liaodong Chamber of Commerce's grain team to the north, some people got some food in the team and left the main team with their families to make a living on their own.
A small group of people turned to Nanyang to live with relatives, and the Luo family was one of them.
But now the Luo family is extremely regretful about the decision to come to Nanyang to live with relatives.
"Dad, what sin have we committed?" Luo's wife cried.
Their family had just experienced the flood in Nandi, and fortunately they met the Liaodong merchant team, and the family had a way to survive. Later, they left the main team to live with relatives, thinking that they could settle down in Nanyang.
How could they have known that they had just arrived in Nanyang and encountered an earthquake? How could they have such a miserable life!
"Don't cry." Luo Da got up and started to pack the remaining luggage at home.
"Boss, what are you doing?" Luo Dasao asked.
"Let's go to Liaodong County to catch up with the Liaodong Chamber of Commerce's grain transport team!" Luo Da replied in a muffled voice.
They all experienced the flood in Nandi. Nandi did not start to resettle the victims until a month later, and Nanyang would not be much faster.
When the woman heard her husband's explanation, she shuddered when she thought of their experience of being locked outside the city gate for a month before the disaster relief in Nandi. She got up from the ground and helped pack the luggage with her family.
At this time, the relatives came to see if they needed help. Seeing the couple packing their luggage, they couldn't help but ask the reason.
After getting their answer, the relatives were stunned.
"If you are willing, we can go together." Luo Da said. He thought to himself that he couldn't stay in the South and wait for death.
Relatives had heard about their experiences in the South more than once, and he had heard their concerns just now, but as the saying goes, it is hard to leave one's hometown...
The relative counted his own food and said, "We can survive for a month if we grit our teeth."
Luo Da said, "The problem is that after a month, the government may not be able to resettle the victims."
He heard that the South could resettle hundreds of thousands of nearly one million victims because there were capable people.
It's difficult here in Nanyang.
Luo Da whispered his concerns.
After listening to Luo Da's words, the relative remembered the virtue of their parents and officials here, gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go back and discuss it with my parents!"
In the end, the relatives also decided to go together, and they also informed their relatives and friends.
Some went together, and some didn't want to go.
The relatives who didn't want to go also laughed at them, so the reason for their departure was not hidden.
In this way, word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and the victims in Nanyang left their hometown in waves and headed north.