Chapter 151 Farm Harvest

The hot weather always makes people feel that the time is long, but no matter how long the time is, it will always flow quietly through the day, just like the sand leaking from the fingertips.

The golden autumn is probably the most pleasant season of the year. The blue sky also seems to have raised a layer, and the autumn is refreshing. And the wheat millet on the field, which has been bent down, is full of the joy of harvest.

But in Ma's farm, it broke the law of the season. There is a busy scene here, but it is not only harvest, but also sowing hope.

Ma Chao finally took off his brocade robe today, put on a coarse linen coat, mixed in the cornfield, and was as good as those old farmers. However, his handsome face with red lips and white teeth and handsome and upright posture can immediately distinguish him from those old farmers. However, his face was full of joy of harvest, but it was the same as the old farmers.

Yun'er is on the farm today, learning from Ma Chao and breaking corn; Han Ying and Cai Yan are also there, but these two are too inefficient compared with Yun'er, who does farm work. Han Ying, in particular, has never seen such a crop. He broke one under his armpit and continued to stuff it under his armpit, but pushed the last corn cob to the ground. It's the same as breaking sticks with bears.

Cai Yan is even worse. When did she do such rough work with her hand grinding with a pen all year round? Either the skin was cut by the corn leaf, or the head was pressed by the corn stalk. As for the corn cobs, it seems that a few have been broken. However, Ma Chao felt that from beginning to end, she seemed to have only broken that corn cob, right?

Ma Xiu, Ma Yunlu and Ma Tie are also here. If it's really labor, Ma Xiu is barely okay. Although the speed is much worse, as a general tiger, he also has a lot to insist. At the age of 12, he broke the corn under the sultry heat of the autumn tiger. As for Ma Yunlu and Ma Tie, these two have fought with broken corn stalks...

Of course, Ma Chao will not really bring these people as labor, but he is just bored. Just in time for this harvest day, just pull these people here to have fun and experience life.

Looking at the cornfield that everyone had ruined, Ma Chao gradually became a little speechless. He hurriedly pulled out this group of pests so as not to cause more trouble to the old farmers: you know, these grains are not for food. Instead, it will be reserved for tomorrow to continue to expand planting!

At this moment, there was a noise from the farm. Ma Chao wiped his sweat and quickly walked there. Dozens of serfs knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for something.

Ma Chao's face immediately cooled down: Since crossing, Ma Chao has been paying great attention to his reputation building plan to eliminate the influence of plundering those big families. Under his rule, those poor people were also worshipped as gods and generals.

The reason is that Ma Chao adopts benevolent and generous treatment for soldiers, servants, servants and craftsmen, so as to create his own glorious and great image. And at this time, how can Ma Chao not be angry when he sees what these people are begging for?

"What's going on?" Ma Chao asked Han Feng coldly, with a trace of blame in his tone.

"Young master, these people refuse to plant this winter wheat into the field..." Han Feng looked bitterly: Not to mention these old farmers, even Han Feng was very hesitant about these wheats during the winter. If the young master wastes food like this, he will be punished by God...

Hearing this is the reason, Ma Chao's face slowed down. He knew that these things, after all, broke the inherent thinking of these ancients and were extremely difficult for them to accept, let alone implement them. Therefore, Ma Chao came here today to solve these problems based on his own prestige: this has nothing to do with Han Feng's management. He really can't solve them by himself.

"You can rest assured that someone knows what everyone means and understands everyone's mood at this time. But since someone dares to do this, he naturally knows it in his heart. Ma Chao clapped his hands, picked up the old farmer closest to him, and continued, "These wheat can survive the winter and will mature next summer. If you don't believe it, you can look around. Have you seen these crops?

Speaking of this, everyone was a little moved: Yes, the young master is so wise that he doesn't know where to get these immortals? If you are not sure about such magical power, how can you rush to plant it?

The first old farmer to be helped by Ma Chao, after taking a closer look at Ma Chao, said fiercely, "Well, I just believe in the young master!"

With this old farmer taking the lead, those serfs no longer persisted and planted the wheat in an orderly manner under the command.

"Young master, young master, those cucumbers, tomatoes, beans, peppers, grapes and other things have been collected. But that potato..." Ma Chao's old housekeeper Ma Zheng came here. Since the old man's job was replaced by Yuner, he has been directly promoted from an old slave to the housekeeper level. With decades of experience, Ma Chao's internal affairs, large and small, were well-organized. The management of chefs, slaves, servants, etc. also complied with Ma Chao's requirements and treated them well, which made Ma Chao famous, and he also fell well.

After hearing Ma Zheng's inquiry, Ma Chao naturally patted his head and smiled: The potato grew underneath. These ancients had no experience in this field at all, and naturally they were a little blind.

These potatoes have been growing on this Ma's farm for more than five months since Ma Chao brought them. At this time, the stems and leaves are completely yellow and can be harvested.

Ma Chao arrived in the potato field and was not polite. He reached out and grabbed the stem and leaves on the potato and pulled it out as hard. Looking at the potatoes in Ma Chao's hand, everyone took a breath of cool air and saw four fist-sized potatoes on the root of the potato, each of which was more than one catty.

Is this okay? Four catties per plant and 3,000 catties per mu of land. Even if this bag of potato seedlings is carefully taken care of, it is impossible to have this yield in the field. However, even so, there are 1,500 catties of folding in half, and about 120 catties per stone in the Han Dynasty, which is enough for 123 stones!

The crop yield of the Han Dynasty was quite low, and one mu of land produced three stones. Of course, an acre of land in the Han Dynasty is less than 0.7 mu. That's just four stones, with a total of less than 400 catties. Compared with the current output of 1,000 catties per mu, it is too little, which is almost the same as relying on heaven.

And the reason why people are surprised is naturally because of the yield of this potato. You know, although the crops picked by Ma Chao were carefully taken care of and produced quite large, they were not more than twice the normal yield per mu in the Han Dynasty. The shock they bring is more fresh.

But this potato is different. Its yield is actually four or five times higher than the yield per mu of any crop! This shock is beyond the imagination of those old farmers, and they can't help but be surprised. After asking those old farmers, Han Ying, Cai Yan and others also opened their cherry mouths in surprise. Obviously, they could not react to the facts in front of them.

But Ma Chao still thought it was not shocking enough, and scratched his head and said strangely, "No, why is it so?"

Hearing his words, everyone fell to the ground. Han Ying was about to pretend to comfort Yun Ye with a smile on her face, but she saw Ma Chao, like a mad dog, digging in the soil with his hands. It was not until he dug out three more potatoes that he nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Ma Chao felt a little quiet around him. When he turned his head and saw that everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at the three potatoes in his hand. After a long time, an old farmer screamed, "Oh, my God, forty stones!"

Ma Chao turned his head and looked, and the old farmer fainted with excitement. Ma Chao quickly pinched people, poured cold water, and tossed around for a long time before waking up the old farmer. As soon as the old farmer opened his eyes, he hurriedly got up and knelt down to Ma Chao: "Young master, you are also a god! If such crops can be planted in all parts of our Han Dynasty as soon as possible, such poor people will no longer have to suffer from hunger!" After saying that, the old farmer cried and robbed the world.

Ma Chao knew that the grandson of the old farmer starved to death during the Yellow Turban Rebellion. The old man has an unforgettable pain for hunger. At this time, how can he not be excited to see that Ma Chao has harvested such a high-yielding crop?

Everyone seemed to be shocked by the old farmer's words and knelt down and cried. For a while, this originally jubilant harvest turned into a funeral of Ma Chao's braids. Even Ma Yunlu, Yuner, Cai Yan, Han Ying and other women burst into tears.

"Please get up quickly, please get up quickly!" Ma Chao hurriedly picked up the old farmer, but the old farmer may still be immersed in grief. As soon as he was raised by Ma Chao, he fell down again. Ma Chao had to take the potatoes and said loudly, "Everyone should be sad. Today, Ma's farm has harvested these grains for seeds, and next year it will be taken to the desolate fields abroad to expand production. As long as everyone works together, the whole Yongzhou can plant all these crops in less than three years. At that time, someone promised that all the people under the Ma family would never be hungry again!"

"Young master is wise!" Everyone shouted together and felt energetic for a moment. Under the instructions of the team leaders and stewellers, they entered the next round of work.

Ma Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, thinking that nothing would happen again, right?

But when he looked up, he saw that the ugly brother had quickly walked to his side and said a word in his ear:

"Sun Jian died in battle..."