The scorching sun moved overhead.

The wheat field was filled with a fire-like heat wave, and the air seemed to have stopped flowing, and there was not a single breeze to be felt.

The old horse was shirtless, with a straw hat on his head, and kept singing loudly, as if this would summon the wind.

A few oxen dragged heavy stone wheels and walked slowly on the field with their hooves, the stone wheels ran over, and the wheat grains fell off little by little.

This is the season of Mengxia, not long after the Dragon Boat Festival.

The wheat fields are harvested, and the bundles of wheat are harvested and then brought back to the village drying field, and everyone is busy drying and threshing while the sun is good.

Li Xiao, the landlord, also deliberately rushed back to Lanxi from Chang'an.

He directly told the emperor that he would go home to harvest wheat. After the emperor read it, he scolded Tian She Han'er for not understanding the rules, but in the end, Zhu approved a word.

After getting a half-month long vacation, Li Xiao took the family back to Lanxi by car.

Although affected by the drought this year, Lanxi Township suffered a great loss in the summer harvest, only half of the fields in previous years were planted, and only 40% of the harvest was harvested in this half of the land.

But on the wheat field, everyone is still doing things very seriously.

The grains are not as full as before, and the ears of wheat are not as long as they used to be, but after all, there is still a harvest.

Even if there are only a few grains of grain growing on the ears of wheat, the diligent farmers will still beat the grain down carefully and return the grains to the warehouse, and will not waste it at all.

The wheat fields that had just been harvested suddenly seemed much more empty and silent.

Young men and women are the protagonists of the wheat field, while the old man with his children begins to sweep the empty wheat field, picking up the ears of wheat and the output of the field is not wasted at all.

The elders have said that wasting food is damned, especially in a year like this.

Wan Niang held her stomach and wanted to pick up ears of wheat, but Li Xiao resolutely refused to allow it. On such a big day, as soon as a person goes out and turns around, his body is already soaked with sweat, how can a pregnant woman go.

"Madame instructed the servants at home to cook some mung bean soup, stew some bone broth, boil some millet porridge, and prepare it for everyone who works." Li Xiao arranged tasks for Wanniang.

Then he reluctantly changed into old clothes, put on a straw hat, and followed a group of wheat customers to cut wheat.

The Li family has 1,200 acres of land in Lanxi, but almost all of them are planted by other families, and they only keep ten acres of self-cultivated land, which is still used by Li Xiao to cultivate new wheat seeds, and the wheat seeds have been bred in the space with Lingquan, and he wants to verify whether the seeds will become better after being cultivated by space and Lingquan.

The ten acres of wheat field are in front of Zhuangzi, and the growth has been good. Although the summer was dry, Li Xiao has always ensured the water supply of this wheat field.

Compared with other fields, which generally only have about 40% yield, this wheat field not only did not reduce the yield at all, but also significantly better than in previous years.

The seedlings are taller than usual, the ears are longer and heavier, and the kernels are fuller.

Even the wheat ripened several days later than in the other fields.

The rest of the fields had already been harvested, and the field was just ripening.

This wheat field was planted several days earlier than other wheat fields.

As soon as the man reached the edge of the field, his hot clothes were already soaking wet, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

As a large landowner and now a nobleman, Li Xiao thought that he didn't have to work in the field. But who knows, according to tradition, he, a big landowner, even if he is a nobleman who has become a viscount, will still have to go to the land.

Although there are more elements of showmanship, it is indispensable.

He bowed his head and bent down, raised his sickle, and cut off the wheat straw one by one.

It's so hot, and it's even more stuffy when bending over in the wheat field. Even the wheat mang, like a sharp knife, slashed across the back of the arm and hand, it can open a thin opening, and the sweat is soaked again, and it is immediately hot and very itchy.

There is no romance of the harvest in the poet's pen, some are just hot, tired, and itchy.

But watching the other wheat customers harvest the wheat, they were all full of smiles and joy. Their movements were fast and steady, rows of wheat fell, harvested, and bound, and the movements were done in one go, without missing or wasting anything.

"Lang Jun, drink water."

Lao Qian also changed his clothes today, a short coat, a towel on his head, and his face was full of sweat, but his face was full of joy.

"This wheat grows well, the ears of wheat are heavy and long, I estimate that there must be four stones for one acre!"

An old wheat customer happened to cut to the side, he quickly tied up the wheat in his hand, and then straightened up and said, "I have cut wheat all my life, and I have never seen such good wheat." The yield per mu of the fertile fields in Gyeonggi, Guanzhong, is only about two stones, and the average wheat field is basically one stone. If you can harvest three stones of wheat per mu, it must be intensively cultivated, and the land with sufficient water and fertilizer will be harvested, and four acres will be harvested per mu, which is very rare and rarely seen. ”

Li Xiao thinks that this wheat looks quite ordinary, isn't it normal to have a yield of four or five hundred catties per mu? In the next generation, the yield of wheat per mu is basically 800 to 1,000 catties.

"Four stones are estimated to be unbeatable, this is ten acres of wheat land, and I estimate that nearly fifty stones can be laid."

This old wheat customer has been a wheat customer all his life, and he is the most experienced in wheat harvesting.

In many places in Guanzhong, every time the wheat harvest season, many people wander around Guanzhong, helping people harvest wheat. They are usually peasants with little land at home, and when the wheat harvest is finished, or even the family land is left for the women to harvest, they themselves and their fellow villagers go outside to help harvest the wheat.

Harvesting wheat is a tiring job, especially in the weather, you have to take advantage of the best time to harvest the wheat, grab the sun, otherwise it will fall off after ripening, in case of rain, the wheat will be bad.

When catching up with the weather and grabbing the sky, the ancient profession of McKe has always existed.

This year, due to the drought, people in many places and even the crops in the fields have long since died, and there is no harvest. At this time, more people came out to be micks. Even begging while being a wheat guest. If you have work to do, you will be a wheat guest to collect wheat, and if you don't have work, then you will beg for food.

It's just harvest season, but there are already many people begging for food in Guanzhong.

Originally, the Li family didn't need Maike, after all, his family's land was all tenants, and there were not many tenants who were willing to invite Maike, and there were few of them. But whenever a customer came over, Li Xiao would still entertain them for a meal, and sometimes arrange for them to do some work.

When Lao Qian heard that these ten acres of land could hit fifty stones, he trembled with excitement.

"Ah Lang, our wheat seed seems to be very good?" Old Qian asked.

"Well, it's really better than ordinary wheat seeds, and it's a preferentially bred wheat seed."

There was a look of shock in the eyes of the old wheat ravine-like wrinkles, he had cut wheat all his life, and he had never cut such good wheat, and he looked at this field as if it were very ordinary, and he did not think that the secret was in this wheat seed.

"Then keep this wheat for seeding, and it will be able to produce so much next year?"

Li Xiao didn't verify it either, he only found that the seeds cultivated in the space had a higher yield, such as corn. But outside of space, it seems that the yield is lower.

The corn in the space can generally be full of four ears in one plant, but outside, only two ears can be kept when it is full of water and fertilizer. Even if the corn harvested outside is used for seeding, he doesn't have much bottom if he can keep two ears next year.

"If only I could buy some of this wheat seed and go back." Lao Maike said excitedly, "If you don't ask for one mu and five stones, even if it is only half of the yield, it will be very good." ”

"Your Lanxi Township is really good, this year's drought, you have actually kept 30,000 acres of land, and there can be a harvest, our side, not even two percent of the land has been guaranteed, and the land that has been preserved is generally less than three percent of the harvest in previous years." Old McKe sighed a little.

His family was originally a big family, he had five sons, many people, and his family also had more than 200 acres of land. But this year, the family didn't even keep the harvest of previous years.

You have to leave the seeds to sow them, and you won't survive the autumn harvest at all.

"That's thanks to our San Lang, if it weren't for San Lang organizing the Township Covenant Hall, letting everyone unite, rationally distribute water, and take the initiative to only keep 30,000 acres of land by the river, how could there be such a good thing this year. In the past, when there was a great drought, Blue Creek was similar to yours. Old Qian sighed.

Although this year's Lanxi Township actually only has 20% of the harvest in previous years, but in the Yicang of the Township Yuotang, there are 5,000 stone of millet and 5,000 stone of rice bran, which are life-saving food that the whole township can share.

Lao Qian heard a business opportunity from McKe's words.

"San Lang, our family's ten acres of wheat are indeed growing well, and anyone passing by can't salivate and praise a few words. If you want me to say, after we harvest this wheat, we will make it into wheat seeds and sell them to everyone. ”

Of course, wheat seeds are not the same as the wheat that is eaten.

Wheat seeds are generally selected, and under normal circumstances, people keep their own seeds. But isn't the Li family's wheat particularly good, with a yield of five stones per mu, if the wheat seeds are sold, I don't know how many people are willing to buy it.

Even if it sells for three or five times the price of ordinary wheat, I believe that there are a lot of people who are willing to buy it. If others knew that the Li family's wheat yielded five stones per mu, it was estimated that they would be willing to sell ordinary wheat at ten times the price.

"Of course, the planters have to keep enough of their own seeds for this year, and then sell as many as they have." Old Qian added.

Although the Li family does not farm their own land, they can sell it to tenants in their own fields first. Nowadays, the main way of tenant rent is to divide the landlord into three or four percent, the tenant six or seven percent, and there is a higher rent of half or half. If the tenants have a high income, the landlord will of course also have a high income.

The Li family now has 3,500 mu of land, excluding those in other counties and prefectures, there are almost 2,000 mu in Lantian County, and on average, one mu of land costs 10 catties of seeds, and 2,000 mu requires at least 20,000 catties, and the seeds must be more than 100 stones. The income of these ten acres of wheat land is all reserved for planting, and it is not enough to plant it yourself.