"We smell steamed buns." Zhu Yuanzhang stood on the edge of the ground, raised his eyes, and couldn't see the end at all.

The ministers couldn't help but sniff, where did the steamed bun smell come from? It smells earthy.

"Zhuqing, measure one acre." Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to calculate the yield per mu and let the ministers divide one mu.

In fact, there is no need to re-measure, the wheat fields in Xiaqiu Village need to be watered, and you can know according to the canal.

Yang Xunwen, the head of the household, came out of the ranks, carrying a bundle of rope in his hand, and he first took out a short rope, forty feet long.

Find a spot, put the rope away, press it with soil on both sides, and he himself takes the rope and goes inside, and someone behind him helps him stand still and step on the rope.

Five feet is a step, and a step of two hundred and forty is an acre, and it is impossible for him to measure one step and five feet, and then walk two hundred and forty steps inside.

He measured forty feet, and thirty steps into it were enough, that is, the rope was one hundred and fifty feet long.

Such an acre is less than 666 square meters, and only more than 610 square meters.

After measuring, Yang Xunwen came out, wearing it in the ripe wheat field, it was not easy, and it hurt to scrape.

Of course, at the moment, it is not ten ripe, but the wax maturity period, and the nutrients at this time are all on the wheat grains.

If the straw is very yellow, and then the straw is about to break, the nutrients in the wheat kernel will flow back into the straw.

Therefore it is called, nine ripe, ten harvest; Ten mature, one into lost.

"Sickle, Zhuqing, I have harvested this mu of steamed bread-fragrant wheat.

After harvesting, go back to grind the noodles and eat them yourself, not missing this acre of seeds. I still can't eat a good mouth?

The sister and the prince also came to collect it, uh...... Hanhan, when you come to us, will you cut wheat? ”

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to personally harvest this acre of wheat and bring Hanhan with him when arranging manpower.

Zhu Wentian: "......"

He didn't want to work in the field, the sun was still in the sky! He didn't stray far from the center, so he ......

"Hey! Take, will, um! Hey, hey, hey! Zhu Wentian confessed.

A group of officials also recognized it, and the sickles were delivered, and they selected the new ones to be harvested, and there were people next to them who were in charge of taking care of them.

Thirty steps, to be divided into three sections, one cut ten steps, otherwise the real thirty steps, it is also very far.

The officials went in, found a good distance, and prepared.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Queen Ma, and Zhu Wentian naturally picked up the old sickle, but the blades were all sharpened, and the sharpness was not affected.

Zhu Biao just picked up the new sickle, turned his wrist, and was about to cut the wheat, when he suddenly saw the choice of Hanhan, his father, and his mother, he put down the sickle in his hand and took the old one.

As soon as he picked it up and moved it, he understood that the new one was not as comfortable as this.

A group of people are cutting the wheat, and each person only needs to walk out ten steps, and they don't have to worry about it.

However, these ten steps have also embarrassed many ministers, some of whom are too old to bend down, and some have never cut wheat.

Fortunately, there were people next to him to help, and Zhu Yuanzhang, Queen Ma and Zhu Wentian were the fastest.

After walking a few steps, Zhu Wentian deliberately slowed down and helped Zhu Biao next to him to pick up a section, so that Zhu Biao would be able to close the wheat stalks.

At a distance of sixteen or seventeen meters, it didn't take long for Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma to come to an end, and the two turned around to see that Hanhan and Biao'er were about the same speed.

"Heavy eight, look at Hanhan!" Queen Ma knew what was going on at a glance.

"Hmm!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded lightly.

He could see that Han Han cooperated with Biao'er's rhythm, otherwise when he pulled it off, it would be easy to be swept by Biao'er's sickle.

Han Han cut his own while cooperating with the standard.

This is not an ordinary skill, and it is not a skilled farmer who can't see that Han Han is helping.

"Father, mother, the child is finished."

Zhu Biao raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, looking very excited, because no one else in front of him had finished it.

"Finish, uh-huh! Hey, hey, hey! Zhu Wentian followed.

As he spoke, he naturally wrapped a large bundle of wheat in front of him, and then took a few stalks and twisted them and tied them.

This set is the normal operation of harvesting wheat, not just after cutting, but also baling.

"Hanhan doesn't need to be tied, someone will put it away and weigh it immediately."

Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Hanhan wanted to tie up something else, so he hurriedly stopped it.

Queen Ma said regretfully: "Hanhan, this child is good, and he is also handsome, especially when he laughs, it makes people feel close, and he is ......."

Zhu Wentian raised his head and showed a sincere smile at Queen Ma, which had to be cooperated.

At this moment, with the help of others, the ministers also gathered the wheat and turned back.

"Come on, gather the wheat stalks. Bring the threshing machine in Xiaqiu Village, and the imperial court will make more bearings in the future, so that all the people of the Ming Dynasty can use a convenient thresher. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang thought of the difficulty of the threshing machine, the continuous stepping of the wood shaft, easy to break and smoke, and someone had to watch it.

Replacing it with metal bearings and connecting rods is not the case.

In the future, when there is a war, the carriages used for transportation will also have to be replaced, and there will be steamers in the river, and steamers with wooden shafts have long been available, and once they break, they will not be ordinary troubles on the river.

The guards gathered the wheat, and the maids went to stand in rows, carrying a small basket in their hands, carefully gleaning the ears of wheat to be weighed.

The wheat straw was brought over, and the three threshers were straightened, and they tried to turn around, no problem.

Under the crackling movement, the wheat grains were quickly beaten down, and all of them were beaten, and then they were put into the grain fan next to them and shaken and blow.

This process is called the storage of the real and floating, and the last thing that remains is the wheat grain.

"Divide the bucket." Zhu Yuanzhang commanded.

The bucket is brought over, the wheat grains are put in, kicked to reduce the gaps, pressed again, smoothed and put into the bag next to it.

Bucket after bucket, the people next to it are easy to count.

One bucket, two buckets...... Eight bucket ...... Thirteen buckets...... Seventeen buckets, there is a little left, replaced with a liter measuring tool, two times a little more.

"Your Majesty, one stone, seven buckets and two liters." The person in charge of counting reports.

"Xiaqiu Village, help us harvest another acre of wheat, okay?" Zhu Yuanzhang shouted to the people in Xiaqiu Village.

"Forty people come out, and one acre is harvested." The lieutenant shouted.

Zhu Wentian stood up, his friends followed suit, and more than a dozen people, forty people rushed in with a sickle, and in less than half an hour, an acre of wheat was put down.

This is more than twice as fast as the previous officials participated, so this is the normal work.

Forty men turned around, gathered the straw as they walked back, and then tied the bundles and bundled them, and when they came out, the sheaves were stacked in small piles.

"Biao'er, take a good look." Zhu Yuanzhang spoke to the eldest child, these children are reserved for the eldest child.

I can do everything in my daily life, and now I'm trying to learn.

In another ten or eight years, when they grow up......

A steady stream of children are being born in the key Xiaqiu Village, and some will soon be able to join the team.

"Thank you, Father!" Zhu Biao also thinks so, the master gives himself the most precious existence.

It was divided again, and it didn't take long for the data to come out.

"Your Majesty! The second acre is one stone, seven buckets and three liters. Congratulations, Your Majesty! The person who reported the number said hello to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"How much was last year?" Zhu Yuanzhang said hello.

"Father, last year there were five buckets with one stone, and this year there are two more buckets. Normally, one acre of wheat is one stone and two buckets or one stone and three buckets. Zhu Biao replied.

(End of chapter)