These Ming immigrants dressed as gold diggers and outlaws still reveal the earthiness under their bones.

On the bank of the river, the already heavy ears of rice bent the golden grass body, while singing the trumpet, these descendants from the Chinese civilization circle from all over the world and even the other side of the sea sang songs in various dialects, sweating like rain in the corners of the harvest of ripe rice, the industrious song everywhere exuded a harvest of joy.

As a farming base, Mao Xingjian, the center of Snake City, of course, set aside a threshing floor, with an area as large as sixty-four homesteads, and at this time it has become a hot labor scene, and even the school is on vacation, everything makes way for farming, men, women and children roll up their sleeves and go into battle, this one, the rice that has just been harvested is directly received into their hands.

The sound of the uproar is like rain, facing the gradual cold, the fierce autumn wind, the old man, the old woman is the old face is red, excitedly raising the harvested rice in the hand, with the wind and gravity, the ripe rice grains are thrown out, and the golden sprinkle is all over the threshing floor.

Those big girls and little daughters-in-law are busy using brooms to sweep the sweat crystals of these hard work into a pile, carefully picking out the stones, sand, and grass fragments, and then putting them into the basket one by one, this is a bucket! Ten buckets is one stone!

In the Tang Dynasty, the yield per mu of millet mainly planted was about two stones, and in the Ming Dynasty, the population increased, and the land resources became less, forcing people to cultivate intensively.

But this premise is that there are as many as 20 acres of paddy fields per capita! There are more than 3,000 immigrants in Snake City, but they have as many as 40,000 acres of paddy fields, and the grain they have knocked down is 80,000 stones, and the average person needs two stones a year for food, which is enough to feed 40,000 people.

In the entire New World, there were only more than 50,000 immigrants from the Ming Dynasty.

It is no wonder that rice is the most expensive grain in this era, not only because it is rich in nutrients, high in protein, sweet in taste, and the labor intensity of rice is also twice that of other crops.

In Mr. Lu Xun's "The True Story of Ah Q", Ah Q works for a large family as a part-time worker, and what he does is the work of making rice, which actually has no technical content, that is, he puts the rice into a mortar made of stones, and then holds the thick stone pestle and smashes it down desperately.

But this work is very tiring!

The head is simply straightened, gritting teeth, the stalk neck Jin Lao Liu is like seeing the enemy who killed his father, wow, the pressure is on the big stone mortar, grinning desperately, all of them are tired like deflated calves, the sweat beads on the tired body are like rain, and in a day, they have not shed many stones of rice.

And what they smashed was only brown rice, and to make it into fragrant and soft rice, they needed to smash it further, and then smash off a layer of the outer skin to smash it into polished rice.

This is definitely a bumper harvest, but sitting at the head of the threshing floor village, watching the Chen family appointed by himself, or other scholars from the Old Continent, the elite scholar class in Confucian society are busy there, directing these gold diggers to immigrate to harvest and work, Mao Xingjian is not happy.

No matter how big the harvest is, it has to be harvested, it is their own, 80,000 stones, a total of more than 1,000 laborers, want to harvest all the fruits of these labor before the frost, it is simply an impossible task, this progress, can harvest 30,000 to 40,000 stones, it is already the result of the blessing of the ancestors of the three Qing Dao.

Thinking that the remaining rice had to rot alive in the ground, Mao Xingjian's heart was dripping blood.

Now he suddenly misses Da Ming very much! In Mao Jue's Great Northern Wilderness Grain Base, the harvesting has realized the mechanization of animal power, and herds of cattle pull the rotating blade harvester, clicking and walking through, and the rice fields that have been drained of water have been harvested.

As for the dragging and hulling, it is more mechanized, the steam engine driven the arm, grabbing a large handful of rice and shaking down, the rice grains will fly down like rain, as for the rice, the circle of the coal crusher does not even need to be changed, just move it directly and smash it.

The weakening of labor demand is also one of the reasons why the price of Daming rice has fallen wildly, even to the point of five or six hundred yuan.

But these strange and ingenious skills that Mao Xingjian despised have now become his lifeblood, and it is estimated that if he is given two steam engines now, the prince is not right, he can agree.

How can we speed up some efficiency? Sitting on the big stone and watching the peasants under his hands carrying bags of dragged rice stalks to the outside of the city to keep them for fire or feed the cattle, Mao Xingjian was thinking hard.

Just when his crown prince was worried, his shoulder was suddenly pushed again, and he turned back a little irritably, but it was the chief's son who had been transformed into Su Yu who took a book he gave him and asked with curiosity.

"Son of the Chief of a Thousand Cows, why does this Hou Ying have to commit suicide?"

Didn't Su Yu worship Guan Yu! Guan Yu once read "Spring and Autumn" at night, afraid that Han Xiaomo would lead the first naturalized person in the new continent astray, so Mao Xingjian also encouraged him to read "Spring and Autumn", of course, it is not the original "Spring and Autumn" full of classical Chinese, but the "Spring and Autumn" that has been translated into the vernacular in simplified Chinese characters with Mao Jue, otherwise even if Su Yu is really a genius, it is impossible to read this thing within a year.

Here Mao Xingjian has to sigh again, in the Ming Dynasty, he was the most opposed to Mao Jue's promotion of simplified characters and ancient vernacular, but now it seems that these two items are indeed making it easier for more people to grasp culture.

Maybe this is the true meaning of Confucius's teaching!

He took the book handed over by Su Yu and glanced at it, but Mao Xingjian was absent-minded, and explained it easily as he walked.

"This is the ancients often sighed that loyalty and righteousness can not be both, Hou Ying has great talent, but he can't be appreciated, only Xinling Jun Wei Wuji appreciates him and respects him, so Xinling Jun is righteous to him, in order to repay this righteousness, Hou Ying helped Xinling Jun steal the tiger talisman in the army, and also recommended Zhu Haixing to assassinate the Wei general Jin Contempt."

"But on the other hand, Hou Ying is an official appointed by the monarch of Wei, he achieved Xinlingjun, but he was not loyal to the king of Wei, for the sake of this loyalty, he only drew his sword and committed suicide when Xinlingjun arrived at the Wei army camp!"

"For the sake of all loyalty, he did not hesitate to fight for his bloody life, Li Taibai's two heroes in the Spring and Autumn Period, Xuanhe Daliang City! Sure enough, it lives up to its name! Now these people are just too unfaithful! ”

After explaining the theft talisman to save Zhao, Mao Xingjian complained again.

"Loyal! Righteousness! ”

Looking at the fine lead type, Su Yu was still muttering with doubts, and after a while, he asked curiously again.

"The son of the chief of a thousand oxen, is loyalty more important, or righteousness?"

"Of course it's loyalty!"

didn't even think about it, his eyes were still staring at the farmers who were threshing, and Mao Xingjian replied as a matter of course.

Again, the Indian man lowered his head contemplatively, chewing on this loyalty and righteousness, and on the other hand, pinching his chin and looking at the piles of rice, the prince also pondered for a long time, and finally he also slapped his thigh heavily.

"Nangong Bingwen! Go to the cattle pen and transfer fifty cows, and then transfer fifty baskets of rice, Dongfang Meng, go and assemble the guards! ”

Clapping his hands and standing up, tilting his head, Mao Xingjian grinned a shrewd and treacherous smile, smiling and humming.

"Lonely! And go out and give gifts!! ”

(End of chapter)