Although Uncle Yang said so, He Yu was not idle, asked him for a spare sickle, a straw hat, and bent over to cut wheat while talking to Uncle Yang.

And the straw hat was worn on He Zhichun's head.

Uncle Yang looked at it, "This is Ling Lang?" It's really good-looking, and it looks like it's raised by a big family. ”

He Yu smiled, and his hands were very fast, "When I was a child, I was also busy with farm work in a certain way, and when I was older, I was literate and literate, so I didn't go there." ”

He Zhichun saw that all the people were facing the loess with their heads and backs to the sky, and they were doing a hot job, and he was a little embarrassed to stand there.

So he vacated the bamboo basket carrying zongzi, salted duck eggs and other food, and followed He Yu to pick up ears of wheat.

He Zhichun bent down and quickly picked up the big ears of wheat that had fallen into the basket, and she was followed by a little girl with missing teeth, picking up the place He Zhichun had picked up again, and the child's posture was simply not even letting go of a grain.

"Daddy, after harvesting the wheat, is it time to plant rice? The rice seeds obtained by Yuezhou from Fanbang can be ripe in many seasons, and they are also won in Longzhong. ”

When Mr. Yang heard this, he smiled, "What you want to plant will be planted, this year is good, the wheat harvest is good, and I hope the rice can also be harvested." ”

"Zhichun, do you know how much a bucket of Daqing rice costs and how much a bucket of wheat costs?"

Although He Zhichun has less time to show up to take care of the business now, she still has to read the accounts of other shops and granges under her name.

"Three wen and one bucket of rice, and thirty-five wen and one bucket of wheat in the Western Regions."

He Yu nodded, "You often buy pen, ink, paper, and inkstones for your brothers, how much is that worth?" ”

He Zhichun pondered for a moment, "The cheapest paper in the West Market is 60 wen 100 sheets, a brush 20 wen, and ink fifteen wen 1 tael. ”

If a peasant student wants to buy 100 pieces of paper with large characters, he needs to sell 20 buckets of rice, which is far more than a month's ration for a child.

Uncle Yang smiled, "Although it is said that the imperial examination is good, but we are poor people, we are full of food and drink and do not fight, and we can marry a daughter-in-law and raise a baby, thank God, where do we still consider this." Our family is okay, the fields are all their own, this suburb of Chang'an, many of them are noble granges, ordinary people are mostly tenant farmers, pay taxes to the main family to pay grain, can barely make a living is good. ”

"Xiaolang is not used to farm work, go and rest under the tree, don't get back pain for several days."

Uncle Yang said, seeing that He Zhichun looked like a white-faced steamed bun, at first glance, it was not the material for farming, it was even more delicate than the little lady of the landlord's family.

He Zhichun shook his head, "Don't worry, my skin." I haven't tried to cut wheat, but I can cut rice and plant rice. ”

Zhiqiu's health is not good, so he has the privilege of sitting in the shade of a tree. When I was a child, when it was the busy season of farming, the government government took agricultural leave, and He Yu would take their brothers and sisters back to Mihua Village to help the eldest sister He Zhishi's family farm.

Because the eldest brother-in-law's Zhao family has a thin population, there is only one man, Zhao Shengping, and he will definitely not be able to grow his own species.

Uncle Yang obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't continue to say this, "He Sinong, is the rice seed in Yuezhou really that powerful?" Because the seedlings were distributed by you for free, many people around us have taken them to plant, so don't harm us. ”

He Yu patted Uncle Yang on the shoulder, "A certain is the son of this land, how can he harm the people who rely on this land for food?" Isn't that killing you? You can rest assured that after Yuezhou got the rice seeds, Yuezhou tried to plant in the first year, and the second year has been fully changed; ”

"From the second year, a certain reported to the imperial court, according to different rainwater and soil problems, selected many places to try planting, the land of Chuanlong, the growth is good, although not higher than Yuezhou, but also better than ordinary rice varieties."

"It's about farming, no one dares to be contemptuous, otherwise it will shake the foundation of the country, and my husband can rest assured."

Only then did Old Uncle Yang crack his mouth and laugh again, "I believe what He Sinong said." ”

He Zhichun looked at Yang Laozhang's happy face, but he sighed in his heart, although the good seed is good, it can't make the people rich, at most, it is just for them to be able to fill their stomachs and feed more offspring.

If the output increases, it is easy to have a situation where the grain is cheap and hurts the peasants, just eat it yourself, if you want to exchange it for money, whether a bucket of rice can be exchanged for three wen, it is difficult to say. They still can't afford to show up a single scholar.

This is why even if the imperial examination is passed, more than seventy percent of those who can be admitted to the scholar are children of families, and twenty percent are ordinary eunuchs, landlords, rich peasants, scholars, etc., only less than one percent are from a real poor background like He Yu.

She was thinking about it when she heard someone shouting, "Daddy, Daddy! ”

He Zhichun suddenly had a sense of ghost in his heart, the three brothers of the He family would not be so excited to call He Yu, they were afraid, it was Cui Jiu who could call the word Daddy so many times.

She turned around, and sure enough, she saw Cui Jiu wearing the new shirt she made, standing on the edge of the field and jumping and waving her hands!

Uncle Yang rubbed his ears, "This is also Ling Lang, full of neutrality and full of energy!" ”

He Yu was a little speechless, can this be found? You're really the Imperial History, not some City Patrol Scout or something?

"Xiao Jiu is here, will you cut wheat?"

Cui Jiu glanced at He Zhichun, and saw her squatting on the ground picking up wheat, and was so distressed, "Daddy, Daddy, let someone come, let Ah Qiao rest for a while, his face is red." ”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and carefully rolled up the robe that He Zhichun had embroidered for him, revealing his black pants.

sighed in my heart, fortunately I didn't wear red pants today, otherwise it would have been a shame!

Old man Yang looked at his posture and shook his head, this little man was dressed like a dog, covered in silk and satin, where did he look like he could farm.

As soon as he thought about blocking it, he saw that Cui Jiu had already taken a sickle and walked to He Yu's side, dumbfounded.

I'm dripping my mother, my mouth is too fast!

Thinking about him Cui Jiu, he has killed chickens and slaughtered sheep, planted flowers and cut trees, even human heads have been cut, and wheat really can't be cut!

But in front of Ah Qiao, how can there be something he won't?

As he spoke, he quietly looked at how He Yu and Old Uncle Yang had cut it, but when he looked at it, he only saw the afterimage on the hands of the two...... Then I saw the golden wheat fall one by one.

Cutting wheat, why do you look like a running horse......

He coughed, "Daddy, Daddy, you cut slowly!" Don't cut your hands. ”

He Yu glanced at him, "You can cut it with your eyes closed." ”

Although he said this, the movements in his hands slowed down, and Cui Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the master has learned knife skills!

Cui Jiu thought about it, grabbed the wheat pole, and really wanted to wash his hands and feet......

Then a scythe went down, and the screams began......