Steward Wu naturally noticed the reaction of the people's expressions, but he didn't say anything, just talked to Gu Dashu and Li Chu.

The wheat is threshed before dark, and about nine koku (yokan) of wheat are laid on ten acres of land. On average, the yield per mu is less than one stone (three catties), that is, about two hundred and seventy catties. Qing Shu felt that this figure was too low, but the agricultural officials and the farmers who watched the excitement did not think so, they felt that it was about the same as the yield of the spring wheat they planted.

The peasant official took the notebook of the record, danced back to the town, and decided to set off early tomorrow morning, and hurried back to Jinyang City as much as possible.

The men on the Zhuangzi carried the wheat they had beaten down into the Zhuangzi and stacked them one by one. If the weather is still fine tomorrow, they will pour out the wheat from the bag and dry it. After the men had eaten dinner, as soon as the door of the Zhuangzi was closed and they had rested for more than an hour, they all quietly came out, gathered together, spread the hidden wheat stalks that had not been beaten to the field where the grain was dried in the Zhuangzi, and silently pulled the stone rollers to beat the wheat.

They were anxious, eager to know the real harvest, so they couldn't help but say that they would ask Steward Wu to work at night. After all, the sight is not good at night, and they rest when they get it. When the sky was light, they all got up together and continued their unfinished work. By the time dawn came, they had cleaned up the field, and when the wheat was weighed, there were about four buckets of stone and stone. Everyone grinned, and quickly hid the more than one stone of wheat.

Steward Wu also had a smile on his face. In this way, the actual harvest is ten stones and four buckets, and the yield per mu is more than one stone, which is the same as the yield of spring wheat. This is still the result of the first year of trial planting, and now that they have experience, when they plant again, if they can ensure the emergence rate, the yield can be increased.

A little boy came to shout for dinner, and Steward Wu shouted for the men to hurry up and wash their faces and eat, and they had to go down to the ground after eating. The young lady said that the first bud grain is planted behind the wheat of the ten acres of land, and it looks too late in season, and if it can't be done, it will not be known until it has been planted. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, it can be experienced.

When the new wheat came down, and after a day of drying, Qing Shu ordered someone to take a bag of new wheat and grind it into flour. The flour is milled well, and Steward Wu and others said that the color is a little black, and there is no white flour of spring wheat grinding. Qing Shu smiled and didn't say anything about the color, but just divided the milled flour into two, half of which was taken to the house in the town and half was left for Zhuangzi.

The next day, both of them made white flour steamed buns to eat, and everyone who was a little disappointed with the color of the white noodles suddenly became happy again, saying that the winter wheat ground noodles were more delicious. Qingshu instructed Gu Qiang to send five catties to Baizhi County, Baifu, Shi Jia and Cheng Family, so that they could try it. Too much, she can't give it. Before leaving, the agricultural official said that at least three stones should be set aside for the winter wheat ancient mansion sent to the capital. For the rest, the seeds should be kept for the good ones, and there are not many that can be taken out and sold, and they are reluctant to eat them.

In the puzzled eyes of the peasants, Zhuangzi completed a series of tasks such as fertilizing, ploughing, and sowing seeds on ten acres of land in four days, and planted the buds. Because it is dry land, there is only a small stream nearby, which cannot be irrigated, and when there is no rain, it can only rely on people to carry water to complete the major task of watering. In order to let the planted buds sprout and grow as many seeds as possible, the men on the Zhuangzi took up the poles and carried water to water the ground.

After ten days, the planted buds have broken through the soil, and the seedlings have grown well. But God doesn't have a long face, and it hasn't rained. The joy on the faces of the peasants faded, and they had to look at the sky every day, looking forward to the next rain. At the same time, everyone began to carry water from the stream and water the ground little by little. The only thing people in the nearby villages can count on is this creek, which is not enough to grab water in times of drought.

Qing Shu did not let the people on the Zhuangzi and the peasants grab the water from the stream, but let them carry water from the well on the Zhuangzi to water the ground, and invited the master to dig the well, and found a suitable place to dig a well on the ground, and drilled three wells at once, and the hole was five to seven meters deeper than the usual one.

In this way, you don't need to pick up water from a distance when watering the ground, just make a small canal for watering, bring the water up from the well, pour it down, and let it flow down the ditch and slowly flow into the ditch. In fact, this watering method is very slow and very primitive, but in reality, this is already the part of the heavy body that saves the water lifting, which is already very rare.

In order to alleviate the hardship of carrying water, Qing Shu pondered and thought that in some places there would be reels on the well, so he moved his mind. She vaguely remembered which one of the pile of agricultural books she had collected seemed to mention the scroll, but the name was different, but looking at the image, there was no doubt that it was a wheel. She asked Mr. Lu for help, and called Qingyang and the housekeeper Gu Qiang, and the four of them tossed around the agricultural book, and it took half a day to finally turn it out.

Qing Shu sketched the image of the wheel with a few simple strokes, "That's it, find a carpenter to make it and install it on the well, so that it will save a lot of effort to lift water." ”

Mr. Lu read the text part and stroked his beard, "There is no record of the practice, where do you let the craftsman start?" ”

Qing Shu said: "It's a very simple thing, isn't it? Then he simply sketched the outline of the wheel with one finger, "Here is the shaking hand, and here is the body of the rope that is wound, one end of the rope is fixed to the wheel, and the other end is hooked to hook the barrel." Shake it down, that is, put the barrel down, and fill it with water. Shake it up, and a wooden barrel full of water comes up. Ordinary craftsmen can probably do it, but it doesn't seem to be too difficult to do. ”

Mr. Lu looked at it again, "Even if it is made, will it be slower than a bucket of manpower to lift it?" ”

Qing Shu thought for a moment, "Maybe, but using it can make it less difficult for people who carry water." So much water poured down, relying on people to lift it bucket by bucket, even if everyone is taking turns to carry water, but the iron beating people can't stand it! ”

Mr. Lu nodded, "Reasonable, you can give it a try." ”

Gu Qiang hurriedly said: "Miss, the old slave will go find a carpenter with good craftsmanship." ”

"Don't worry." Qing Shu said, and pushed the open agricultural book to Qingyang, "Xiaoyang, you draw this scroll, and let the housekeeper take it to find a carpenter." ”

Finally having a place to use, Qingyang gladly accepted this task.

So, after the people in the Zhuangzi carried water for two days, the carpenter made the first wheel to the ground, installed it on one of the wells, tried it, and everyone thought it was good.

Qing Shu observed for a while, a little fish, "You try it, if you can shake it without too much effort, then it will almost be successful." ”

So in the sight of everyone's expectation, Xiaoyu tried to make a bucket of water, saying that it was more labor-saving than directly mentioning, but it was not easy to shake it.

When the old carpenter heard that he had tried it, he looked left and right, but he was also not satisfied. Because Gu Qiang told him, according to the records of the agricultural book, with it, at least half of the effort should be saved when fetching water, and women can shake it easily. So the old carpenter said that he would go back and change it again.

Qing Shu let the reels that had been made come out of this be kept down, and asked the old carpenter to go back and do it again, and then slowly ponder. The next day, the old carpenter brought another one, which was obviously better than the first. Delivered on the third day, it works better than the second. In this way, it took another two days for the ground in Zhuangzi to finally be watered through.

When Gu Dashu begged to come to the door, hoping that the three wells on the ground of Zhuangzi would allow the people of their village to go over to fetch water to water the ground, Qingshu agreed, and asked Gu Dashu to take care of his villagers, not to have any trouble, and not to make trouble.

Seeing that the people of Xiaogujia Village were carrying water from the Gufu Grange, Li Zheng of Dagujia Village and Li Zheng of Fengjia Village also begged for Steward Wu. Regarding this matter, Qing Shu explained in advance, and Manager Wu agreed, and no one was allowed to make trouble.

When the people in the three villages were queuing up to fetch water and carry water to water the land every day, it finally rained, and the farmers shed tears of excitement.

Qing Shu sighed, it is too difficult to rely on the sky to eat. Because Zhuangzi drilled three wells on his own and watered them in time, the crops in the field were not greatly affected, and the yield should be guaranteed. However, the land of the people in each village has been affected by the drought to some extent, and the yield will be reduced to a greater or lesser extent. However, fortunately, there was no severe drought.

A few days after the drought has passed, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is now time to harvest spring wheat. In the fields, the farmers began a new round of busyness.

Wearing a straw hat and cloth clothes, Qingshu squatted in the small vegetable garden to weed tomatoes and peppers. Under Qingshu's careful care, these two things are growing well and are blooming. Their flowers are not large, tomatoes are yellow, peppers are white. Looking at the yellow and white flowers that represent the fruit, Qingshu's mood is getting better and better.

In the cold winter, eating all kinds of dishes with chili peppers as condiments, the taste makes me feel greedy when I think about it. As for the tomatoes, Qingshu asked Mr. Lu to write to Mr. Kong, hoping that Mr. Kong would give her half of the fruit. Unexpectedly, Mr. Kong replied that as long as Qingshu could make it bear red fruits, all the fruits would be given to Qingshu, and he didn't want any of them. However, at the end of the letter, he did not forget to remind Qing Shu that it may be poisonous, not reckless, and to be cautious.

Thinking that he will soon be able to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes and egg drop soup with tomatoes, Qingshu is more and more happy. She also likes to eat it raw, but she prefers scrambled eggs with tomatoes in comparison.

At this time, Xiaojuan and Lily of the Valley came back, and Xiaojuan said that the housekeeper would not let the two of them carry sorghum straw, and Ding Jiabao would help send it over.

Qing Shu smiled, "I said that I won't let the two of you go to get it, you want to go and let the housekeeper scold you back, right?" ”

Xiao Juan shrunk her neck, "The housekeeper's angry look is terrifying." ”

Not long after, Ding Jiabao really came with sorghum straw, followed by the housekeeper.

Ding Jiabao put the sorghum straw on the ground, "Miss, you tell me how to get it, and the small one will be made for you immediately." ”

Qing Shu pointed to the two cabbage tomatoes that were blooming, "Just build a shelf for it, and the shelf should be more solid." If the frame is not good, when the fruit bears too much, or there is strong wind and rain, the frame will definitely fall. ”

Ding Jiabao rolled up his sleeves to work, "The little one knows, the little one has set up a shelf for green beans and cucumbers." ”

Qing Shu stepped aside, "Then you look at it." ”

The housekeeper also rolled up his sleeves, "Miss, if this thing doesn't climb vines, will the sorghum straw be too long?" Do you want to make it shorter? ”

Qing Shu said: "I see that it is still growing taller, so there is no need to make it shorter." "Tomatoes are also divided into varieties, some of which are not tall and some are very tall. But one thing remains the same, when it begins to bloom and bear fruit, it is necessary to pinch off the excess new branches in time, so as to ensure that nutrients are not lost, so that the fruit can bear good and large. If you don't pinch off the extra branches in time, the seedlings will grow like crazy, bloom but do not bear fruit, or bear fruit with small differences.

She guessed that Mr. Kong was looking for a person to plant but did not bear fruit, there are two possibilities, one is that he did not transplant, and the other is that he did not pinch off the excess branches in time.

The housekeeper picked up a sorghum straw, "Miss, you go back and rest on this hot day, and this place will be handed over to us." After getting the shelves here, we'll move on to the other places. ”

Qing Shu took off his straw hat and fanned the wind, "Cheng, don't worry, you can do it slowly." Then he called the two maids and went back. She had other things to do now. The weather will get hotter and hotter, and people will slowly lose their appetite and will not be able to eat, so that the business of the flavor snack shop in her town and the Guji steamed bun shop in Jinyang City will be greatly affected.

She's been thinking about making cool skin for the past two days. But you have to use white flour to make cold skin, and the price is definitely not low, and the business of ordinary people can't be done, and it has to be for the rich. However, the rich people are in the minority, the common people are in the majority, and the common people don't want to lose the market, what should she do? She thought about it as she walked, thinking too focused to pay attention to the people running in front of her.

She didn't pay attention, there were also Xiaojuan and Lily of the Valley. Lily of the valley reminded her to be careful, while Xiaojuan shouted "stop" and stepped forward to stop someone.

Chen Qiaojiang, who rushed over with his head down, was caught by Xiaojuan, and he couldn't do it in a hurry, "Let go, let go of ......" When he looked back, he saw the little boy chasing after him with tears and snot, pushed Xiaojuan away, rubbed Qingshu a little, and ran away.

Qing Shu tilted his shoulders after being knocked out, came back to his senses, and wanted to teach Chen Qiaojiang a few words, but when he saw the round little ball of meat moving over with his little short legs in front of him, he was stunned, "Whose child is this?" "Why didn't she know when she had such a small meat ball in her house?

Xiaojuan also looked at the little meat ball with round eyes, "Okay, so fat!" ”

The little meat ball came to them, wiped her tears, sniffed, and said with a pitiful face: "Brother, I want my brother, I want my brother......"

Xiaojuan bent down, "Who are you!" Who is your brother? ”

The little meat ball looked at Xiaojuan with pitiful and tearful eyes, and then at Qingshu, and cried loudly.

Qing Shu covered her ears and took a few steps back, and instructed Xiaojuan, "Hurry up and ask the front, whose child is this?" Why are you running around the house? She guessed that this little ball of meat must be the child of a rich and noble family, because the clothes on her body were very luxurious.

Xiao Juan got the order, bypassed the crying earth-shattering and weeping little meat ball and went forward, and soon met the two strange maids who were anxiously shouting to the little master.

Xiaojuan looked at them a few times, "Which house are you from?" Who let you in? ”

When the two maids heard this, they knew that Xiaojuan was the maid of the ancient mansion, and one of the slightly older maids said: "I have seen this sister, we are from the Zhao Mansion of Jinyang City." Today, the young lady took the little young master to visit the young master, I don't want the little young master to be playful, I don't know where I went, and I hope my sister can help find it. ”

Xiao Juan listened in a fog, "Who is your young cousin?" ”

The younger maid said: "Naturally, he is the grandson of the prefect." ”

Now, Xiaojuan probably figured it out. Earlier, someone did come to report to the young lady, saying that Young Master Chen's aunt had come to visit Young Master Chen. Then, what they were looking for should be the little meat ball, so Xiaojuan led them to find it.

Unexpectedly, the little meat ball that was crying just now was sitting on Qingshu's lap at the moment, holding a piece of soft cake with two fleshy hands and eating it.

Xiaojuan was surprised, but she also explained the situation to Qingshu.

The two maids of the Zhao Mansion had seen Qing Shu, and thanked Qing Shu for carrying the little meat ball. The little meat ball didn't do anything, and while he was busy eating, he drilled into Qingshu's arms.

Qing Shu thought it was funny, just now she whispered to coax the little meat ball to be easy at all, and then just as Xiao Yu brought a cake to the front, Qing Shu took a piece of cake from the plate served by Xiao Yu and tried to coax the little meat ball. Unexpectedly, when the little meat ball saw the food, her eyes were terrible, and she put away her tears at once, and stretched out her dirty hand to take the cake.

Lily of the valley took out a handkerchief to wipe the little meat ball's hands and face, and Qingshu gave the cake. The little meat ball got something to eat, took a bite, and vaguely asked Qing Shu to hug it, and after Qing Shu hugged it with a smile, he found the power of the little meat ball's weight, so he quickly sat down under the porch and put the person on his lap.

The little meat ball ate the cake in his hand, and the little meat hand stretched out in the direction of the plate on the side of the little fish, "Yes, I want the cake." ”

Xiao Yu glanced at Qing Shu and handed Xiao Meat Ball a piece.

Unexpectedly, after the little meat ball took a bite of the cake in his hand, he immediately reached out to the little fish and "hug".

Qingshu's forehead slid down three black lines, and after a long time, this is a snack with milk and motherhood. Whoever gives food will be let hold it.

After all, the two maids of the Zhao Mansion understood the little master, so they asked Qingshu to take a piece of cake from the little fish and gave it to the little master, and then immediately got the little master's "embrace", which coaxed the little master away.

Qing Shu shook his head and smiled, and told Xiao Yu to send a plate of cakes to Xiao Meatball for a while, and then returned to the courtyard.

After a while, Qingyang came over to sit and handed Qingshu a letter, "Brother Yan gave it to my sister." ”

Qing Shu took it, put it on the table casually, and said angrily: "When you replied to the letter, you sued him, I burned all his letters, and I didn't read any of them." ”

Qingyang and Zhou Boyan were close, and they communicated with each other, but she never stopped them. Unexpectedly, now it has evolved into a letter that every time Zhou Boyan writes a letter to Qingyang, he will definitely bring a letter to her. The content of the letter made her speechless, sometimes telling her not to be too tired, sometimes telling her to take care of herself, and sometimes writing where she was...... Another time I asked her if she was wearing a bracelet.