newbobooks Chapter 437: The Shocking Rice Yield per Mu
Chapter 437: The Shocking Rice Yield per Mu
Zhou Gu and a few others helped to move out the stools and chairs in the house, but there were too many people, and even if they moved all the stone benches in the yard, it would not be enough.
Fortunately, everyone was from the countryside, and there were stools everywhere so they could sit anywhere. Some people even sat on the steps, eating melon seeds, drinking tea, and chatting, and they were reluctant to leave.
I really want to know the yield per acre.
But he also knew that before the residue was dried and separated, even if it was weighed, it would not count. So he kept reminding Zhou Guo and others to weigh it after it was dried, because they would come to check it out.
Zhou Guo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was planting two acres of rice, but the villagers were more concerned about the yield per acre than she was.
After five or six days, the millet was dried, cleaned of straw residue and dust, and put into sacks and weighed one by one.
People who are concerned about the yield per mu come almost every day, and now they are crowded in the yard, wanting to see how many kilograms there are.
Zhou Guo took the notebook and wrote down the numbers one by one until he added them up.
"Out!"
The buzzing sound suddenly stopped, and you could hear a pin drop.
Zhou Guo said word by word: "The total is 798 kilograms, just over 6.5 stone!"
After hearing this, the audience of more than 20 people remained silent.
Zhou Guo waited for a while, but seeing that no one spoke, he had to report the number again.
It was as if cold water had been poured into a frying pan. With a loud bang, the yard became noisy.
"What, six shi.6? Hey, did you hear that? The rice harvested from two mu of land is six shi.6! The two best plots of wheat this year, which were cultivated so carefully, only yielded two shi.7. Planting a little rice on these two mu of thin land will yield more than the wheat fields I have planted for many years. Why should I plant wheat? Hey, maybe I should plant rice next year?"
"I have the same idea. I am even worse off than you. The weather was dry this year and we were short of manpower. We had to get up before dawn to water the crops and work until the moon went down before going back to sleep. Even with such careful care, the most we could get from a field was only two and a half dan. Six dan and six, which is more than three dan per mu. It is half a dan more than my wheat field!! If we planted all rice here, we would have so much more grain that we might even have enough to pay the taxes! Why would I even eat wheat bran!"
Li was also quite surprised. She didn't expect that one acre of land could yield more than three stones. This year, their family's wheat yield was considered top-notch in the village. The yield per acre was about two to seven or eight stones, which was already a pleasant surprise to her. She didn't expect that two acres of paddy fields, which she didn't think would be promising at first, could yield more than three stones per acre.
She has grown up and has been farming for so many years, and there are some that have achieved an output of three stones per mu, whether it is wheat or rice. But that was achieved by the most experienced farmers in the village using the most fertile land at home, with the help of God, and through careful cultivation. Young people don't even have to think about it, not to mention that the weather is a bit dry this year.
Zhou Guo was somewhat dissatisfied with the result. Her land was not two acres, but two and a third acres. The total yield per acre was only three stones.
But except for the poor ground, all other hardware and software are up to par.
Since the soil was not good, she applied a lot of fertilizer, and even spread a thick layer of base fertilizer on it as if it was free. She also bought good seeds, each of which was long and plump. They were specially selected and mixed before planting. They were drought-resistant, disease-resistant and insect-resistant, and there were indeed no insects.
From the growth of seedlings to the harvest, she watched every process like the back of her hand, and did not miss any fertilizer. Of course, she may have applied less fertilizer in the end, but she did apply it all, except when drying the fields.
I feel like I've taken such good care of myself, but I only have three stone. It should be at least three and a half stone to be reasonable!
Mrs. Li knew that she was not very satisfied with the result, so she smiled and said, "That's enough. It's already very good. Mother said at the beginning that if you can manage these two acres of paddy fields well, I will give you the ten acres of wheat fields next year. Mother's words are trustworthy. From now on, these fields are given to you. You can do whatever you want with them. You can use the fertilizer in the backyard however you want. Mother doesn't care. I will do whatever you ask me to do without any hesitation."
Such a capable girl, who can grow three stones of grain per acre, would of course hand over the land. She does not have the ability to raise the yield per acre to such a high level.
Zhou Guo was a little frustrated. "Mom, you should take care of it yourself. I have to get the fertilizer out as soon as possible. If there is enough fertilizer, the result will not be like this. If there is good weather, maybe we can get four stones per mu. I originally thought that I could get seven and a half stones per mu of land, but I got one stone less!"
Li touched her head and said, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense? How can you grow 1.4 dan of rice per acre? Even if the weather is good and the most fertile land at home is used, you can't grow rice. I have never heard of it. Okay, don't be sad. Look at them, they all say they want to grow rice next year."
Zhou Guo looked at them, and before she could say anything, these people surrounded her.
They all said at once: "Zhou Guo, will you plant rice next year? Do you think we can plant rice on our land next year?"
"I heard that your seeds are good too. Can I exchange some? I'll exchange wheat for one bushel of seeds... one and a half bushels of wheat. How about that?"
"I want it too. I also have two acres of land near the river. Hehe, although they are not the best land in my family, they are much more fertile than your two acres. If I manage them as you do, I can also harvest this much rice next year."
Everyone has to plant. One acre has an extra yield of nearly half a stone. Who can resist not planting?
Zhou Guo pressed his hands, and when everyone gradually stopped talking, he said, "My dear uncles and aunts, I know you all want to grow rice, but you saw me when I was growing rice, I gave fertilizer over and over again. The more fertilizer I gave, the better the growth. If you want to grow rice, you also need to keep up with the fertilizer... Can you keep up?"
Everyone only then remembered the scene when she was applying fertilizer. They all shook their heads when they saw it. Where could they get so much fertilizer for two acres of paddy field?
Are silent.
After a while, someone asked, "Then what do you think, if we don't give enough fertilizer, how many kilograms can we harvest from one acre of land at the lowest?"
Everyone looked at her again.
How could Zhou Guo dare to guarantee this? She was not a god and could not predict the future. It would be fine if she was right. But if she was wrong and delayed the livelihood of these people, wouldn’t she be drowned in spit?
He looked at the person who asked the question and said, "Uncle, you are also a farmer. You know that whether the grain yield is high or not is not decided by us. It depends on the mood of God. If God is not happy this year, even if the land is fertile, the harvest will not be good. Isn't it useless for you to ask me this? I am not a god. I can't guarantee the yield of the land next year. You can't guarantee it yourself."