Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times Chapter 701 Farmers are reluctant to eat polished rice
Chapter 701 Farmers are reluctant to eat polished rice
Chapter 701 Farmers are reluctant to eat polished rice
Author: Fallen Leaves in the Autumn Wind
Chapter 701 Farmers are reluctant to eat polished rice
Mrs. Song Wang looked at the tall horse in front of her and couldn't help but clicked her tongue, "Although I don't understand it very well, this horse is smooth and smooth. No matter how you look at it, it looks good."
Listening to Mrs. Song's praise, Song Jie chuckled, "Mom is right, they say that a good horse has a skin from a distance and four hooves from a close look. The horse Aunt Bai bought looks energetic and has strong limbs.
A great, solid BMW."
Although he has never seen a thousand-mile horse, he has seen such records in books.
"How can I understand this? It's just something that pleases my eyes." Mrs. Song stood in front of Baiyunxi and said with a smile.
A few people said a few words at the door, and the two got on the carriage. Wenyou held the reins and stretched out her hand to pat her on the back. Xue Lihong stepped forward and left with a clatter.
Seeing the carriage drive up the official road, the speed immediately picked up. Baiyun Xi looked back and said, "The carriage is faster than the ox cart. Wenyou can be back in the afternoon by herself."
"That's great, our brother Jie'er has also benefited from it."
After watching the carriage disappear for a while, Song Wang followed Bai Yunxi back to the yard and asked about the sale of grain.
"My family's grain has been collected in the granary. The boss and I are thinking about selling it all and bringing back some brown rice and coarse grains. Tomorrow, the boss said he would go to the town. If there are not many people selling grain, he will send it all at once.
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Her brother Jie went to school in the county. Although he earned some money from copying books, it was only enough to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones. However, the accommodation, food and drink at the college were also a big expense.
When they came back from this vacation, Jie Geer told them that he was going to take the autumn exam this year. If they passed the exam, everyone would be happy, but if they failed, they would have to wait three years.
Therefore, they should prepare more money and keep it for Brother Jie.
Listening to the Song Wang family's thoughts, Baiyunxi also felt the same way. It was difficult for farmers to support their students, so the family was frugal and could only support one student.
To be honest, the conditions of the Song family are already good, but even so, it is still very difficult.
"After the summer harvest, farmers habitually gather together to sell grain, and grain shops are busy when there are many people. The more people selling grain, the harder the price will go. You can go and have a look. If you have surplus grain, you can wait a little longer before selling.
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After listening to Bai Yunxi's suggestion, Song Wang shook her head and smiled bitterly,
"That's true, but we, the common people at the bottom, don't have much surplus food. If we don't sell it for a while, we will have to use new rice and new wheat to pay for the food rations. Look at our village, every family has six or seven people.
A family of ten or so? If we eat new food every day, I’m afraid we won’t be able to survive for long.”
It is a common practice to exchange new grain for coarse grain. Keeping new rice for another day is a waste.
"That's true."
He who is covered with silken clothes is not a sericulture person.
When farmers harvest new rice, they are also willing to eat it.
The biggest reason is that the yield during this period is too low. The yield of 300 kilograms per mu is considered to be high-quality fertile land. However, these fertile fields are generally in the hands of the gentry and the powerful. Most of the good fields in the hands of the common people are medium-sized fields, with a yield of 100 kilograms per mu.
Fifty kilograms to two hundred and fifty kilograms is considered pretty good.
It is for this reason that when farmers receive new rice and pay taxes, they will immediately sell what is left over and replace it with brown rice and black flour. If they can keep a pound or two, it is a last resort behavior if there is a sick person in the family.
"I have to go back and take a look at the situation. If the price is right, I have to sell it. From the spring of this year until now, the weather has been smooth, and I estimate that the price of food will not fluctuate too much."
If the grain stores are full, prices will be driven down.
But for now, it's hard to say that. She can't make decisions for others. After all, she has a family to support, so she can't take risks.
Unfortunately, not long after Bai Yunxi said this, he was slapped in the face.
Mrs. Song Wang nodded. In their family, the male is the outsider and the female is the householder. The head of the family has the final say in selling grain. She rarely goes out and cannot give good advice.
"Ahem~, I saw Chen Jiao yesterday. Her eyes were as swollen as walnuts. It looked like she had cried bitterly. Especially the clothes she was wearing were wrinkled. It looked like she hadn't been changed in several days."
Song Wang family sighed,
"Every time I saw her before, she was always smiling and dressed up. Yesterday was the first time I saw her not paying attention to dignity."
Listening to the gossip about the Song Wang family, Baiyun Xi was not surprised.
"It's normal to be sad and sad when you lose your daughter."
"It's not like that, it looks like the two of them were at war."
Mrs. Song Wang shook her head. After all, it was still a man's basic nature. It has become stale over time. In addition, the Chen family was having trouble. Bai Yuntang's patience was probably exhausted in advance.
"In the past few years since Chen Jiao got married, your cousin has been protecting her, but she has never done any work. Now that she has started working, her skirt is covered with stove ashes."
Baiyunxi is not surprised by this. Based on her understanding of Baiyuntang, Chen Jiao's life is just one day earlier and one day later.
"You choose your own path, and you live your own life. Outsiders like us can only look at the surface."
Living at home is basically just firewood, rice, oil and salt. If you want to be pampered and have a good life for the rest of your life, that is the life of a landlord's family. The second uncle's natal family has not yet reached that level.
"That's the reason. I used to see her walking with a willow waist, and she was very coquettish. Now she looks pitiful, and I can't blame her for being so energetic."
Song Wang said and smiled,
"Look at my temper, it's quite awkward."
The expression on Bai Yunxi's face when she looked at Mrs. Song was that she was just a temperamental person, no one was an exception.
The weather has entered midsummer, and people who are hot are lazy and really want to find a cool place to sleep.
But as a farmer, let alone hiding in the shade, you also have to be exposed to the sun and irrigate the fields. If you don't water the crops in time and they dry out, you have to re-sow them, which directly affects the autumn harvest.
Therefore, the hotter it is, the busier the farmers are. For those fields that are close to the water source, they can directly divert water for irrigation. The most difficult thing is for those fields that are far away from the water source. They can only use shoulder poles to carry water. Not to mention the slow speed, the fields in front have just been watered.
, and then it’s done.
The heat continued for twenty consecutive days, and anxiety appeared on everyone's faces.
Baiyunxi took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat while walking along the field ridge.
At this time, she was extremely fortunate to have reserved a reservoir on the slope. The mountain spring water was diverted into the pool and had a slightly yellowish mixed color. But to the farmers, these were like real gold and silver, which made people happy.
Under Bai Anyan's arrangement, two long-term workers each guarded a piece of broken land and diverted water for irrigation.
The rest of the dry land is far away from water sources and can only be irrigated by oxcarts. At first, it was watered every three days, then every four or five days, and now the crops are still wilting after being watered every two days.
At any rate, those two fields were covered with sweet potatoes, the crop that is least likely to die from drought. Bai Yunxi looked at the tanned shoulders of his second son and suggested directly.
"Those two acres of sweet potatoes should be watered once every five days. I don't need to worry about the rest. The yield will be reduced at most. All I need to do is take good care of the slopes."