A dozen battalion leaders led more than 6,000 rebel soldiers, forcing farmers in nearby villages to harvest wheat for them.
These people were all refugees recruited the year before. They were recruited temporarily to cultivate the land in the flooded area. After the reservoir is filled with water, most of the area will be submerged.
However, according to Yang Mansion's work habits, even if these people are disbanded in the future, they will be given other job opportunities. They will be accommodated as much as possible, and they will never be driven away.
These people are timid farmers who dare not resist under the bright swords and guns of these soldiers. They can only harvest, thresh, dry, and winnow.
Seeing sack after sack of dried wheat being loaded onto the carriage, the farmers' hearts were dripping with blood.
It was agreed upon with the Yang Mansion that the Yang Mansion would provide seeds, irrigation water, guano and manure, farm tools, and pre-harvest rations for these wheats.
Farmers contribute their own efforts and are responsible for field management.
When grain is harvested, up to 100 catties per acre of land will be distributed directly to farmers. For more than 100 catties, farmers will get 30% and the Yang family will get 70%.
Calculated based on the yield of irrigated land of 300 catties per mu. Farmers get 160 catties, and the Yang family gets 140 catties. This ratio is much better than that of the market. On the one hand, landlords and tenants, on good land like irrigated land, the distribution ratio is mostly between landlords.
Take six, the banker takes four.
Unexpectedly, the Yang family provided so many things, but was willing to take less than the farmer. They were still very excited. The only condition was that Yang Fan could buy the wheat in exchange for paper money or silver dollars. These two currencies,
Bankers are willing to accept it because their purchasing power is strong.
Unexpectedly, after half a year of hard work, rebels came during the summer harvest and wanted to take away all the wheat. Farmers wiped their tears while harvesting and working. This year, they applied guano fertilizer, and the wheat grew like crazy. The golden waves of wheat,
This is something that these people who have been farming for generations have never seen before.
In this era, the wheat in the dry fields grows sparsely. It is so thick and straight, resistant to lodging, with large and long ears, and large grains. It makes people happy to look at them. The old farmers have made predictions, and the output is estimated to be as high as
Over five hundred pounds.
The farmers were so excited by this news that they couldn't sleep all night. They counted on their fingers how much grain their families could get, or how much they could sell it for.
Cui Dazhuang's family of five rented 20 acres of wheat land. He, his wife, and three and a half sons went to the fields together. He estimated that with such good water, one acre of land could produce three hundred kilograms of wheat.
, his family can get 3,200 kilograms of wheat and at least 2,500 kilograms of flour.
This is twenty-one tons of flour. It is worth at least 53 taels of silver.
He never dreamed that such a good thing could happen.
As the autumn harvest approaches, his old uncle has mastered the crops. The old man excitedly estimated that the yield of such a good wheat field would be more than 500 kilograms per mu. After all, the dense plants, huge ears of wheat, and plump
Where are the particles placed?
How have our ancestors seen wheat fields growing so well? The old man has lived for seventy years, so this is an eye-opener. As soon as the news came out, the farmers were so happy that they almost went crazy.
Five hundred kilograms. Cui Dazhuang was excited to find out that with this yield per acre, he could get at least eighty taels of silver for this summer's harvest. After all, flour now costs two and a half taels of silver per load.
But all this was in vain, as the good master's family was caught up in the war.
Cui Dazhuang's family was crying while working, and the grievances and anger in their hearts seemed to burn through their chests. The rebels had been here for two days. The grain harvested yesterday had been put into sacks after a day of drying. It is said that it would have to be exposed to the sun for at least two days.
Okay, but these rebels seem to be afraid of something, and they are hurriedly trying to transport the half-dried food away.
No one dared to speak, those bright swords and guns did not recognize anyone.
At this time, his eldest son, fifteen-year-old Cui Shitou, suddenly stopped harvesting and looked ahead in horror. He even ignored the scoldings of the rebel soldiers who were watching their work.
Cui Dazhuang stood up and took a look. In the distant wheat fields, groups of people were squatting, and then the militiamen covered by the wheat fields were rushing towards them quickly.
He knew these people, they were people from a nearby town. They and he
These temporary tenant farmers are different. They are all Mr. Yang's domestic slaves. They live a prosperous life. I heard that they don't have to pay a single rent for farming Mr. Yang's land.
A strong man in his forties waved his hand at him and motioned for him to squat down.
He knew this man. He was Chu Shengshan, the captain of the militia team. He was also a blacksmith. He had asked him to repair his hoe several times. He added some iron and repaired the head of the plow stick.
He covered the mouth of his eldest son who was about to scream, and told the whole family to squat on the ground.
"Damn it, you lazy guys, get up and work quickly. We won't be able to finish cutting this land today, so watch your skin carefully." The rebel soldier scolded.
As he spoke, he picked up the whip and whipped it randomly. His clothes were broken and his skin was torn.
He held his three sons close to his chest, blocked the whip with his back, and allowed the insurrectionist to whip him without a sound.
Seeing how stubborn he was, the rebels pulled out their knives and came over. They grabbed him by the bun of his hair and pressed the back edge of the Yanling knife on his neck, preparing to slit his throat.
At this moment, there was a burst of bow strings, and a row of crossbow arrows were shot, and they were in front of them in an instant. The rebel soldiers who were watching the farmers working in the fields were suddenly hit by the crossbow arrows flying at high speed, and the huge impact made them stunned
It flew backwards and then hit the ground hard.
The mandarin duck war jackets they were wearing had no effect. They were directly shot backwards by crossbow arrows.
At this time, the rebels finally realized that a powerful enemy was coming. They gave up on the farmers and rushed forward with swords and guns.
At this time, since they were exposed and a surprise attack was no longer possible, these militiamen immediately stood up and rushed over.
Gao Cangjin was riding on a tall horse. He saw militiamen coming from a distance wearing various civilian clothes and holding swords and guns. He shouted loudly: "Don't panic, don't panic. They are just strong people."
However, he was soon slapped in the face.
These farmers rushed out of the wheat field and immediately formed a formation of thirty people per team.
Ten people held shields and swords, ten held nine-shot blunderbuss, and ten held spears.
These people had fierce eyes, looking at these rebels as if they were enemies.
The soldiers from Fenwu Camp had just rushed up, trying to teach these country bumpkins how to fight. A burst of fire came. In the wheat fields ahead, patches of fire came. Dense lead bullets sprayed out from the muskets.
As soon as these country bumpkins came up, they fired all the nine-shot guns. Immediately, a large number of the rebels were killed.
These soldiers had been without pay for a year and a half. They had long lost their combat effectiveness. At this time, when they saw how ferocious the Yang family's private soldiers were, they shouted, turned around and ran away.
Gao Cang Jinqi's face turned pale, and he slashed the two deserters to death with his sword. But it was of no use. The others continued to run away, but they just walked around him.