Chapter 522 bumper harvest
As soon as the Ghost Festival is over, farmers throughout Kaiyang County get busy.
The pleasant golden color in the fields reminds the hard-working farmers that the harvest season has arrived again.
70% of the workers in the stationery factory have taken harvest leave and returned home to make time for the autumn harvest.
The remaining 30% of workers who received double the monthly salary are still sticking to their posts.
As the main manager of the Lady Box, Yunniang will still stay in the factory this autumn to be responsible for the shipment of new products, ensuring that the first batch of one hundred Lady Boxes can be delivered as scheduled.
With Song Yu in charge of the factory's operations, Qin Yao has no excuse not to go to the fields this year.
But if you feel uncomfortable, your whole family cannot escape.
In addition to Mrs. Li who had to wash and cook for the big guys, there was also Xiao Laifu who had to herd the cattle and horses, and the remaining four brothers, Yin Le and Dalang, all went to the fields.
At this moment, with the scorching sun above their heads and the merciless destruction of the rice awns, the four brothers and sisters, holding sickles and repeatedly harvesting, began to miss their extremely "loving" old father in the family.
If Dad were at home, it would probably not be their turn to harvest the rice in the fields this year.
The four brothers and sister looked at each other secretly. On the forty-fifth day after Dad left home, they missed him coming back to work.
Mrs. Li came to the field with the prepared lunch on her arm. Yin Le, whose scalp was about to burst due to the sun, immediately dropped his sickle and went forward.
It’s a beautiful name, the thing is too heavy, please help pick it up.
As soon as the gauze on the basket was lifted, Yin Le shouted in surprise: "Master, there is some cool melon to drink!"
"What?" Sanlang came over, "Wow! It's Liangguayin!"
Ms. Li pitifully wiped the hot sweat on Sanlang's forehead, and called the eldest son, the second son, and the four ladies to come over and rest for a while.
“Madam, please come and have a rest.” Before Li could finish his words, Qin Yao had already come to her and picked up the watermelon juice that Yin Le had poured and drank it.
Li had no choice but to laugh, squatted down, spread out the gauze, and placed the food on the table.
Harvesting rice is a laborious job. Meat is eaten for three meals a day these two days. Today’s lunch is braised pork, scrambled eggs with green peppers, and a vat of cabbage and tofu soup.
The meat and eggs are both very large portions and definitely enough.
The tofu soup has been left to dry for half an hour in advance. By now, the temperature has completely dissipated, and it tastes cool and very refreshing.
Mrs. Li set the food one by one, and Qin Yao, mother and son just immersed themselves in the rice bowl like ghosts reincarnated to death by starvation.
I continued like this until I had eaten most of the bowl of rice and the emptiness in my heart was satisfied. Then I slowed down and took advantage of the shade brought by the thatched shed and the wind blowing from the river. While eating, I admired my two days of labor. Results.
Most of the five acres of land at home have been harvested. I will harvest it all in half a day this afternoon.
This is the speed at which a mother and her son work for half an hour and rest for a quarter of an hour. If it had been another family, they would have already harvested seven or eight acres of land.
After lunch, he took a short rest and drank all the watermelon juice. Then Qin Yao called on the children and apprentices to continue working in the fields.
Yin Le took Dalang Erlang to cut the rice, Sanlang and Si Niang were responsible for tying the rice into handfuls with straw. Qin Yao threshed the rice on the spot using protective barrels.
If she works quickly, she will pick up the sickle and join the harvest.
We were so busy until evening, and it took two days to finish harvesting five acres of rice at home.
The next step is to dry the grain.
The backyard expansion has been completed, and Song Yu's family of three moved here before the Ghost Festival. Now the floor of the house is paved with bluestone, and several main bedrooms are also covered with wooden boards. They are neat and clean. The children feel that the house has become more spacious.
With a spacious backyard at home, Qin Yao went to the town before the autumn harvest and bought six drying mats at once. Now they are spread out to dry all the newly harvested grain this year.
Under the planting strategy of using 30% of the good land for intensive farming and 70% of the middle land for rough farming, the overall harvest of Liujia Village this year is 10% more than last year.
Those fields that are intensively cultivated have a yield of at least 430 kilograms per mu.
More, such as Liu Dafu's family, with fertile land and intensive farming, eight acres of it actually reached 530 kilograms, exceeding the record of yield per mu set by Qin Yao's family that year.
On the contrary, Qin Yao's family's yield per mu this year has been much lower than last year, less than 500 jins, and the total grain yield from five acres of land is 2,300 jins.
Of course, the reason is very simple. Who asked her to give five acres of land at home to the village chiefs in each village as an experience field.
Yin Le and the children were left to keep an eye on the grain at home, while Qin Yao rushed to the town without stopping.
After the autumn harvest comes taxation. For the entire prosperous country, nothing can be more important than this.
In order to ensure that grain taxes in various places can be collected completely, Shengguo established very sophisticated tax collection procedures.
The Sikang officer responsible for taxation in various places began to assign tax collection tasks to the following states and counties before the official autumn harvest.
Qin Yao, a small village chief, will play a very important role as a grassroots organization in this taxation activity.
Taxes are paid from bottom to top, level by level, and each village is the starting point of taxation.
Qin Yao and the village chiefs of several other villages in Jinshi Town came to Li Zheng's home, reported on this year's autumn harvest in their respective villages, and took over the tax collection task from Li Zheng.
Because the intensive farming methods spread from Liujia Village, the county paid special attention to Liujia Village’s harvest this year.
Qin Yao handed over the statistics of autumn harvest data in the village to Liu Yang and Liu Qi.
However, there are early and late rice varieties. August has just arrived and we have to wait another half month before all the data can be collected.
But only half of the autumn harvest data that Qin Yao has brought now is enough to make other village chiefs the envy of them.
“This year, the highest yield per mu in our Liujia Village is 532 kilograms per mu from Liu Dafu’s family.”
“The lowest intensive farming yield is 430 kilograms per mu. However, in the coarse-growing sub-fields, because of the selection of fine rice seeds in the early stages, the yield this year is still within the average level.”
Qin Yao put away the manuscript, raised her head to face the village chiefs, and concluded with a smile:
“In general, Liujiacun’s planting plan of ‘30% fertile land for intensive farming and 70% for secondary fields for rough farming’ this year has achieved a staged victory! The overall harvest of Liujiacun has increased by 10% compared to last year!”
Li Zheng looked at Qin Yao with satisfaction. It was this young man who brought such a big surprise to Jinshi Town.
It has increased by 10%, which is something that I never dared to think about before.
If the farming methods of Liujia Village are copied to other villages under the jurisdiction of Jinshi Town, their entire Jinshi Town's harvest will be increased by 10% next year.
If the yield per mu is 100 jins as a comparison, a 10% increase would be 110 jins.
The tens of thousands of acres in the town add up to hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain!
Just thinking about it made Li Zheng burst into tears.
But before he could finish his excitement, Qin Yao, on behalf of all the villagers, asked the question that everyone was most concerned about.
“Li Zheng, is the grain tax still one-fifteen this year?” (End of this chapter)