Just after an exciting Spring Festival, things were busy outside Luoyang City. People walked out of their homes one after another and picked up hoes. Even the crops in the fields seemed to have been blessed by the prince. They are growing particularly well this year.
Well, those green wheat seedlings make people happy just to see them.
"You fool, hurry up, we have to hoe all the weeds in this field today!" Old Mrs. Gao loudly called to his son who was working in the field with his head down, and he was not idle either.
"Okay! Dad, you are getting older, so you should go and rest with your mother! With this little work, my wife and I can finish it!" The fool felt that he had something to do since he came back from dinner at the palace.
I have endless energy, and the land allocated at home is not enough for farming. Hey... I blame myself. I was originally thinking of transferring the land that my second aunt's family couldn't cultivate, but because I was too excited at the dinner, I drank a little more, etc.
When I came to the door the next day, I found out that Uncle Six had taken the lead.
"It's not like you are such a brat..." Mr. Gao must have thought of that incident and wished he could give his unfulfilled son a good beating. "Hey, why are you two brats running into your sixth grandfather's land?
?" As soon as he finished training his son, he turned around and found that his grandson and his sister had run into someone else's field.
"Pee!" the little boy promised as he ran.
"Come back!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Gao was not happy and yelled: "If you want to pee, you have to pee in my own land. Why are you running there?" It's not because his old man is too stingy. He is incomparable these days.
In that era when chemical fertilizers were spread all over the ground and pesticides were flying all over the sky, ordinary people used farmyard manure, and what they grew was real green food.
"Dad, what are you doing..." The fool obviously couldn't stand his father's stinginess. Are they all relatives? Do they need to be so fussy?
"What do you know, you prodigal son? Didn't you listen to the gentleman in the village read the notice? The prince said that during the autumn harvest this year, whoever's land is planted well and has a large harvest will be given red flowers, paraded through the streets, and a cow will be rewarded
Here!" Mrs. Gao continued to scold his stupid son while monitoring his two grandchildren.
"Dad, no one else has as much land here as we do." The idiot thought that the forty acres of his own land could not produce as much as other families who had transferred their land.
"What do you know? The prince said that this time the competition is not only about the total output, but also...that what? His wife is stupid?" Old Mrs. Gao forgot his lines when he was angry. Fortunately, when he went to listen that day
My daughter-in-law is also there.
"Dad, that's called yield per acre, or average yield per acre! It's the yield spread out to each acre after plowing the land in our hands!" Not only did the stupid wife listen carefully that day, but she also talked to Qida in private
Auntie Guba spent a long time asking the servants of the palace to fully understand this new term.
"The yield per unit area, yes, the yield per unit area! Let me tell you, even though my family has less land this year, if the yield per unit area is higher, we may be able to rent more land next year!" The wheat seedlings have not yet grown, and Mrs. Gao started to
Planning for next year.
The idiot pointed to a piece of wasteland in front of him and asked: "By the way, Dad, can the palace send someone to tell us what to plant in those fields?"
"No..." Mrs. Gao was very worried when he mentioned this matter. How many months has it been? If the palace doesn't send people to distribute seeds, then the spring plowing will be delayed? Although the harvest in that field has nothing to do with us people,
But that is our prince’s land. He is so kind to us, why can’t we still worry about him?
"Dad, could it be that the prince was afraid of delaying our own farming, so he didn't send anyone here?" The stupid wife kindly speculated on the prince's actions.
"Old man! Old man!" Mrs. Gao and her family were chatting while busy. Aunt Gao, who had gone home to cook, hurried back. "Quick! Quick! Go back to the village quickly, the palace has sent someone!"….
When Lunzi and his family returned home hungry, carrying hoes and complaining that their old man did not deliver food, they found that Old Mrs. Gao had fallen on the stone bench in the courtyard, still mumbling something unclear.
Stop mumbling something.
"Old man, what's wrong with you?"
"father!"
"father!"
The whole family was frightened by the scene in front of them. What is going on? Could it be that the palace... doesn't, no, how could we, the prince, bully our common people?
"Ah! Are you back? Hurry! Set up the incense table quickly! Invite all the ancestral tablets!" Old Mrs. Gao finally responded to the shouts of the crowd.
"Old man, what kind of happy event is this?" Aunt Gao knows that the incense table cannot be placed randomly, and the ancestor's tablet cannot be invited casually. This must be another happy event announced by the palace.
"Hehehehe... happy event, great happy event, there are more than one!" After returning to his senses, Old Mrs. Gao had a rosy face and was smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.
"Dad, please tell me about the happy event!" After finally burning incense and paying homage to his ancestors, the idiot almost jumped up in excitement and kept pestering his old father.
"Okay, let's talk about the first small one first!" Mrs. Gao stopped covering up and pointed at the two big bags in the yard and said, "The palace has sent people to distribute seeds..."
"Seeds? What kind of seeds? Are you so happy?" The idiot stared at the two big bags excitedly. The palace has finally distributed the seeds of the designated crops, and they will be planted tomorrow. That's
The yield of our prince's land cannot be less than that of his own farmland.
"Why are you panicking? You prodigal son can't wait for me to finish my sentence?" Mrs. Gao glared at his son, "This is not an ordinary seed. The officials said that after all the villages have received the seeds, they will send people to teach us.
Whatever you plant, as long as we do it, not only will we not pay for the land rent, but we will also give you one tael of silver per acre of land."
"Teach us how to farm? Isn't this looking down on us?" The fool was not happy, and the tall lady and the fool's wife on the side also secretly nodded in agreement. We don't have any other abilities, but our ancestors have been farming for generations, and we have looked at them since we were young.
It's here. Let's not talk about it. How many people in Gaojiazhuang don't know how to take care of the crops? Do they still need to learn?
"You..." Old Mrs. Gao twirled his beard with an inscrutable expression. "Do you know what this thing is called?" The satisfied family members looked confused. "I tell you, this bag is called sweet potatoes, and the other bag is called sweet potatoes."
Call it Potato!”
"Sweet potatoes? Potatoes?" Aunt Gao has lived for decades, and she has never heard of this thing. But it doesn't matter, they are not all things that grow in the ground, what else can be special? The prince will let us plant it.
Plant it, haven’t you heard? If you do it, you will still get paid!
"I'm just telling you that you haven't seen it before. Do you know the production volume of this thing?" Mrs. Gao was very confident. He would be able to see his expressions on the faces of his family members when the quantity was reported later.
"Three hundred kilograms?" The fool said that he was not sure about this number. It was the output that could only be achieved when the family was in the best years and took care of it extremely carefully. He had never seen it a few times when he was so old.
"Look at how useless you are!" Mrs. Gao said indifferently at his son, "Listen carefully, the prince's officials said, this thing can yield two thousand kilograms per acre!"
"What? Two thousand kilograms?" A huge lightning struck in the Gao family's yard, and the whole family was shocked. Oh my god! What kind of treasure is this? One acre of land can produce two thousand kilograms of stuff? What is this?
Sweet potatoes, potatoes, are simply gold that grows in the ground!
"What's the point? If the prince says it can be done, then it must be possible! Do you know where this kind of seed comes from?" Old Mrs. Gao was very satisfied with the performance of his family and still remained mysterious. "I've heard that this is what the young prince got from the palace.
Brought out of here!”….
"No wonder! No wonder!" These days, the emperor is extremely respected in the hearts of the people. They all say that the emperor is protected by the gods, so what can happen to the things flowing out of the palace?
"As a prince, we are just thinking about our people. We found this fairy seed from the palace. We were afraid that the harvest here would not be good, so we tried it on our own land first! When it is successful, we will follow!" Gao
The old man bowed in the direction of the palace and said seriously to his family: "The master from the palace will be here tomorrow, you all have to study hard!"
"Win! I'll study hard!" A treasure that yields two thousand kilograms per acre. The fool thought that if it really succeeded, then his family would still be short of food in the future? Don't think that he can't grow it this year, but the prince is taking care of us and wants us to do it first.
I’m learning a craft. However, dad actually said that such a good thing is a small one, so...ask, we have to ask quickly, "Dad, what about the big happy event?"
"What a happy event..." Mrs. Gao did not say directly, but ordered the two female relatives. "Old woman, stupid wife, go find the best cloth at home and make new clothes for Goudan. If there is not enough,
My robe was torn off!"
"Go find it quickly! What are you doing standing still?" Seeing that his family didn't take any action, Mrs. Gao shouted angrily: "I can tell you, this is a blessing that our family has cultivated for eight lifetimes!"
"Old man..." Gao Auntie touched her husband's forehead. He didn't feel any fever! But what was he doing? He was just thinking about making new clothes for his grandson after the New Year, or was it a blessing from cultivation?
"Goudan, come here!" Mr. Gao ignored his wife and called his grandson over. He pointed to the longevity tablet of King Fu on the table and said, "Kneel down!"
"Kowtow!" Mr. Gao watched his little grandson kowtow three times seriously before calling him to stand up.
"Dad, what are you doing..." It's not that the fool is dissatisfied, but that he doesn't understand what his father is going to do. People like him should enjoy the prince's great kindness first, and it's his turn to kneel down.
Kneel first.
"It's a good time for you!" Mr. Gao held his grandson's hand and burst into tears. "Do you know? From next month, you will go to the palace to study!"
"What? Studying?" The Gao family just felt that the world was spinning before their eyes. Now they finally fully understood the mood of Mrs. Gao. Studying, is that something ordinary people like us dare to think about? It's not because we are illiterate that the scholars can bully us.
?Now that the prince wants our children to go to school, that is greater good news than giving them gold and silver!
"Yes, study! The people in the palace have said that any children aged eight to fifteen at home can be sent to the palace to study if we are willing! We will provide two meals a day and a two-dollar scholarship at the end of the month!" Mrs. Gao originally said
I thought that I would be in heaven if I could have enough food and clothing from now on, but I never thought that such a good thing would happen to my family. The prince is so kind-hearted that he even gives out a reward for his reputation, but he doesn’t want us ordinary people to do so.
You feel inferior to others, so why call it a scholarship?
"Yes, yes!" The fool was so happy that he could only nod. Can you say no? Who's parents don't expect their children to succeed? Beng said that they are responsible for the food and rewards. As long as there is someone to teach them, we will just sell the iron.