The rice in Chuncheng has also ushered in the harvest season, Luo Xiaoqiao has basically not been to Chuncheng since the rice planting, but she still wants to know about the rice yield.

King Jing is even more concerned about whether Beidi can turn over in the future, whether it can be self-sufficient, and solve short-term problems, depends on this rice.

On the day of the harvest, King Jing, Old Man Feng, Huang Yuzhang, and Wang Sanhai and other families in the north put down everything in their hands and ran to the major villages in Spring City to see the yield of rice in the north with their own eyes.

People like to get together, especially when King Jing came, a group of people followed him. Everyone went to Wang Sanhai's Zhuangzi first.

The rice waves were rolling in the field, Mu Jingyi pressed his hand on Luo Xiaoqiao's shoulder, and the harvesting was entrusted to her.

"Hey, old Song Tou? Do you think this is the girl? The girl who taught us how to grow rice and make ditches? A sharecropper whispered to the man next to him.

"It's quite similar", the tenant farmer's thin body was a little rickety, and he wiped his eyes vigorously: "This is a benefactor."

"Girl, are you here?" As soon as Yu Hua'an looked up and saw Luo Xiaoqiao, his eyes were full of surprise.

Although he is a tenant farmer on King Jing's Zhuangzi, who doesn't have a few poor relatives? He came here to help in Zhuangzi today, but he didn't expect to see an acquaintance, so he hurriedly came up to say hello.

Luo Xiaoqiao nodded at him, there are acquaintances, it's best.

"Let's start", she first pointed to the leftmost field for harvesting, this is the wasteland that was opened later, and it has not been raised for many years, which is considered a low-grade field.

You Shen and others came over with two harvesters, one was used to harvest soybeans last year, and this year it was used to the fullest, and the other was the latest modification by Old Man Wang, which looked lighter.

Having worked together a few months ago, the tenant farmers were not surprised by what the owner had come up with.

The harvester "suddenly" fell to the ground, and the rice stalks fell neatly to both sides. A few feet apart, you can still hear the sound of frightened frogs entering the water.

In order to save time, dozens of the strongest men were dispatched from the Zhuangzi to follow the harvester to bundle the bales, and without much work, only the bundled rice and the stubble were left in the field.

After the man collected all the rice in the field, the thresher was started on the field, and under the "boom" noise, the tenant farmers picked up the rice and filled it into the thresher with the rice stalks and ears.

The rice is peeled off the stalk and the debris is sprayed out of the outlet by a fan, while in the lower screen, the stripped rice comes out.

There are already people with open pockets and rice underneath.

The men on the Zhuangzi saw the full grains of rice, and they worked more energetically.

This threshing machine has just been made less than a month ago, and in order to test the effect, Luo Xiaoqiao once asked the tenant farmers to debug it, so they didn't show much shock today.

But Old Man Feng and Huang Yuzhang and others are different, this is the first time they have faced machinery so directly.

After all, Old Man Feng has experience there, and he can barely hold on.

That Huang Yuzhang, back and forth, first followed the harvester in the field for several acres, and after coming back, he walked around the thresher endlessly, and sighed while turning, Luo Xiaoqiao looked at his old beard, and he was about to be pulled off.

"This, this...... I have this kind of artifact in the northland, why can't I get up! Huang Yuzhang muttered.

He thought that he had learned to be rich and five cars, and he came to the north to be a minister of the humerus, and to fill the wings of King Jing like a tiger. Now I found out that I actually had to run to barely keep up with the pace of others.

Huang Yuzhang was so excited that he almost forgot that today's focus was to see the rice harvest.

Mu Jingyi's eyes softened for a moment, and he looked towards Luo Xiaoqiao's position. Yes, since this girl appeared, Northland is really the same every day.

The people from Tianji Pavilion were also there today, and a senior brother stabbed Zuo Mulin's arm: "Brother Zuo, you guys are amazing!" Just a few of you, it's against the sky! ”

Zuo Mulin exhaled slowly: "What is this?" ”

"Hey, Brother Zuo, tell the master, can you change a few buddies to replace you? You also come back to Tianji Pavilion to rest for a while, you see that you have lost weight, haven't you? ”

The person who came laughed, and looked into the crowd while talking, that fiery gaze, I can't wait to take Luo Xiaoqiao back and offer it, this has to be a few tricky brains to come up with so many rare things.

"Owner, it's time to weigh in"

Zhuang Tou and Yu Hua'an, who came over, had a flushed face, barely wiped the sweat with the towel around their necks, and looked at Luo Xiaoqiao with excitement in their eyes.

This year's rice harvest was a bumper harvest, and it was not necessary for anyone with a discerning eye to see that they were really full of admiration for this young girl.

Luo Xiaoqiao looked at the sun and said, "Go and get ready quickly, it's almost noon, the sun is too big, go back early to cool down, and talk about the rest in the afternoon." ”

"Yes, the owner." The head of the village here also recognized Luo Xiaoqiao, and now he has nothing to do with her words.

So many officials looked at it and said that someone had already prepared it. But after Luo Xiaoqiao finished speaking, Zhuang Tou still carefully checked it again, and found two people to check each other.

Huang Yuzhang also went to check it himself, and everyone wanted to know what the real yield of this northland rice was, so every preparation was done as accurately as possible.

There were harvesters and threshers, and there were so many manpower, and in a while, an acre of rice was cleaned up.

Unlike in the past, this time the rice does not need to be packed in baskets, but is all used in pockets, and the owner says that what "sacks" are braided by the women of Luojia Village with hemp rope, which is convenient and strong to use.

Once the rice is loaded, it is set aside and waited to be weighed.

Feng Bosong stood up, found the most convenient place to read the readings, and stared at them to weigh and record the weight of the paddy.

Luo Xiaoqiao saw that it was almost over, and the crowd was excited, so he turned his head and asked Mu Jingyi: "Lord Wang, are you starting?" ”

"Let's go." Mu Jingyi nodded, and also stood next to Feng Bosong.

The person in charge of weighing was suddenly under a lot of pressure, and his hands were a little trembling.

Luo Xiaoqiao couldn't help laughing: "Fellow, don't be nervous, what you usually call it now is what to do"

Everyone didn't think the sun was too big, and their eyes were wide and round, staring at the crops and weighing.

In order to increase efficiency, the five-bar scale is weighed at the same time.

The five croppers lined up, hung hooks on the sacks, and the officials of the government slid the scales on the weighing rods, and the numbers soon came out, and the servants easily recorded the data on the paper.

Each scale is supervised by two people, the bag is about the same size, and the numbers are wrong, which can be seen immediately.

The weighed sacks are carried directly to the drying ground, and the rice is dumped for drying. Since the weight of the sack is not large, about half a catty of weight per bag is enough.