After the wheat is cut and threshed, and put into the bag, there are seven sacks, and each sack can hold a hundred and ten catties.

Therefore, the yield of wheat she planted per mu is about 1,000 catties, which is about the same as in the previous life, but compared with the present, the gap is one heaven and one underground.

In this year, the wind and rain are smooth, and the yield of wheat per mu is maintained within three or five hundred catties, if God does not open his eyes, like the drought in the past two years, one acre of land can be harvested to one or two hundred catties, and it is not uncommon for serious particles to be harvested.

Before, Huo Minglou and Li He didn't show surprise, and she didn't explain, but if Zhao Baoqing came to ask, she would have to think carefully about how to reply.

When Zhao Baoqing believes that in addition to watering and fertilizing, wheat seeds also play an important role in yield, she will replace them with the village, and when they are planted in autumn, they may have a good harvest next year.

When the time comes, the superiors will not be afraid that the wheat will mutate and the wheat seed yield will be high, which is not something that people can control, and they want to study it, just study, maybe they can speed up the process of improving and replacing the wheat, and seek benefits for the people to eat and drink.

While thinking about it, he used a wooden rake to pull the wheat grains on the ground, turned them over, continued to receive the sun, and dried them for another two days, and then they could move into the warehouse.

After dark, the system has not come back, after eating, the mother and son sat under the persimmon tree to enjoy the coolness, Song Hongguo sat on the stone bench, looked up at the sky, and suddenly missed the comfortable time brought by shaking the pu fan, eating watermelon, lying on the rocking chair, and looking at the starry sky......

That's the standard for summer!

Now the watermelon is not ripe, rocking chair? Well, it can be arranged.

Ling Zhi was also looking at the sky, his little brow furrowed, "Will it rain tonight?" ”

Song Hongguo said firmly, "No." ”

Ling Zhi was skeptical, "Are you sure?" ”

Song Hongguo nodded, the system had already told her that there would only be a light rain at the end of the month, and it was not enough to plant corn and sweet potatoes.

Ling Zhi asked, "Will you look at the celestial phenomena?" ”

Song Hongguo, "......"

Where would she be?

However, in the face of Ling Zhi's thirsty eyes, she still nodded and cleared her throat, "That, I have also heard from many old people, it is all the experience accumulated by their ancestors for generations, most of them are credible, and there are times when judgment is wrong." ”

"What's there?" Ling Zhi's eyes were bright, and he couldn't wait.

Song Hongguo hurriedly checked it from the mall, and found some old agricultural proverbs, "The clouds go to the east, the carriages and horses pass, the clouds go west, the clothes are draped, the clouds go to the south, the water drifts the boat, the clouds go north, and the quilt is dried, these are all by looking at the clouds to identify the weather changes, and by observing the changes of the chickens to predict the weather, like what chickens are not on the shelves for a long time, it must rain that night, the chickens enter the nest early, the weather is good tomorrow, the chickens smell the chickens in the middle of the night, it is a sign of wind and rain, and the chickens are singing in high places, the rain stops and the sky is clear, the chickens are drying their wings, there is rain nearby, and the chickens are crying, Heavy rain washed down ...... house"

Ling Zhi listened with a serious face and a studious attitude, which was more upright than the students sitting in the classroom, and he almost took the notes down.

Ling Yuan also listened to it with relish, and when she finished speaking, she exclaimed in amazement, "It turns out that chickens are still useful for this?" Hey, isn't it early for our chickens to enter the nest tonight? ”

No one knows this matter better than Ling Zhi, he didn't think about it, "I entered the nest early, and I was honest when I was full, and I didn't make any trouble." ”

"Is the weather good tomorrow?" Ling Yuan asked with wide eyes.

Ling Zhi looked at Song Hongguo, "If you follow the experience that my mother just said, it is indeed true." ”

Song Hongguo said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's sunny tomorrow, and there will be no rain tonight, so don't be afraid of drenching the wheat." ”

Hearing this, Ling Zhi put his mind at ease and was down-to-earth.

Song Hongguo remembered the cicada song in the afternoon, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly, "I almost forgot a big thing!" ”

The brothers were taken aback by her and hurriedly asked, "What's the big deal?" ”

Song Hongguo said excitedly, "I know the monkey!" ”

This is a child living in the countryside, the favorite activity in the summer evening, fun, delicious, as soon as it gets dark, I will use a flashlight, drill into the woods with many trees, there are also veterans, I can pick out the holes in the ground, then it is more of a test of ability, most of them are still looking for it from the trees, and I am lucky to catch hundreds of them in one night.

Knowing that the monkey looks ugly, but the nutritional value is high, the protein content is very rich, it tastes more fragrant than the meat, the method is also simple, it is cleaned, it is directly put in the pot and stir-fried, and no other seasonings are used, only a little salt is put in, it can be fragrant for ten miles, it is an excellent appetizer.

In later generations, the price is not cheap, if you want to only sell it, but the audience is mainly in the north, and people who don't like it are simply dissatisfied.

The brothers didn't realize her excitement, and looked at each other, both confused, "Know what a monkey is?" ”

Song Hongguo, "......"

Well, knowing that the name of the monkey is not universal.

She was also unfamiliar with the names of other regions, so she could only explain, "It is the predecessor of the cicada, and when you know that the monkey waits until night, it will crawl out of the ground, and if no one catches and eats it, it will become a cicada screaming in the tree during the day." ”

Hearing this, the two of them suddenly realized, and Ling Zhi even said, "It turned out to be a throttle turtle!" ”

Song Hongguo, "......"

This time it was her turn not to recognize.

Ling Yuan asked curiously, "Mom, what did you say that the monkey is delicious?" ”

Song Hongguo said, "It's delicious, after you eat it, it will be unforgettable for life." ”

"Really?"

Song Hongguo responded with "uh-huh", went to the house to get a flashlight, and took the two little guys to start a food journey to find monkeys.

Song Hongguo was responsible for holding a flashlight for lighting, the two children were sharp-eyed, responsible for finding and arresting, the three of them cooperated tacitly, when they went out of the yard, Ling Zhi's glass bottle had been filled with most of it, and they struggled in vain, trying to climb out, but they fell again and again.

Outside the courtyard wall, there are more trees, and there is no need to run far, just go around the house, and the two glass bottles are full.

After going back, Song Hongguo cleaned it, smeared a little oil on the bottom of the pot, and slowly stirred over low heat, and soon a unique fragrance spread in the kitchen.

Ling Yuan sniffed and muttered in a low voice, "It's really fragrant, it's not much worse than meat......"

Ling Zhi said, "Is this thing easy to preserve?" ”

Song Hongguo subconsciously said, "It's not easy to preserve, right?" I haven't heard of such seasonal things that have been stored for a long time, but after this time there will be no ......."

Hearing this, Ling Zhi asked again, "Then using it to feed the chickens will definitely make the chickens lay more eggs, right?" ”

"Huh? It should be ok. ”

With this, Ling Zhi nodded, "Then let's catch more tomorrow night, and feed the chickens if we can't finish eating, and we can save some wheat bran." ”

Song Hongguo, "......"

Isn't that a tyrannical thing? (End of chapter)