Chapter 55:

"Whoever hates you?" You Miao Dale got on the carriage, waved goodbye to the crowd, and left Yangzhou City.
The tribe treated him very well. His father said that the world was cold and warm, and that Miao You could hear cocoons. At the beginning, Miao felt right, but when she grew up, she gradually felt that You Dechuan was wrong. Already. Cousins ​​and cousins, uncles and uncles, are also rational people. Come together at home, one is not to fight the autumn wind, the other is not to bother people, do business, and have contacts, everyone earns money, why not?
As You Dechuan did, when he had done too much romantic affairs, he spent a lot of money and soiled his eyes. He was originally a problem of not being a man himself.
The outside shouted the wind. This is the coldest time of the year. Although it is snowing, it is still better than the capital. At this time, the heavy snow in the capital is unknown. You Miao shrank in Li Zhiyun's arms, only wishing that the whole person was kneading softly with him, while Li Zhiying opened his hairpin, wrapped him, holding his fingers and You Miao, and whispered, "Sleepy?"
"No." You Miao was too lazy to lift her eyelids and said, "Hold on tight."
烽 搂 Li Zhi was holding him, his lips were on Youmiao's eyebrows, and his eyes kissed softly.
Yu Youmiao felt very warm and comfortable, and asked, "What fun did you buy for me?"
烽 Li Zhiquan said in his ear, "Go back and you will know."
It was already midnight when I returned to the Shen Garden. The soldiers were still drinking and guessing, joking for fun, and the garden was full of red lanterns, and life was noisy.
烽 Li Zhiquan opened the paper bag outside the door to show. Inside was a large series of firecrackers. You Miao exclaimed, and immediately went to the bamboo pole.
烽 Li Zhiquan pulled out a tiger's head hat from his waist bag, flipped it in his hand, put it on You Miao, You Miao shouted immediately: "Release the gun!"
The soldiers came by one after another. You Miao grabbed the bamboo pole and set off a ten-foot-long firecracker. Li Zhiyi went to point the primer, and the sound of the firecracker shook the sky and filled the sky.
On the first day of the new year, when the door was opened, a thick blanket of firecracker shavings was laid on the door. The sergeants still acted indifferently, and You Miao ignored them, and let the people go to play. Many people crossed the river and went hunting in the mountains of Jiangbei. Many pheasants and hares came back in the morning. You Miao went to sleep for a while and got sleepy.
At the beginning of the year, all four tenants went to the Shenyuan to pay New Year's greetings. You Miao appreciated one of them. The young tenant Zhang Er often came to the study to study from this day, so a charcoal stove was set up in the study. You Miao and Zhang The two had a book in hand, You Miao looked at "Shen Nongshu", Zhang Er looked at "Book of Rites," and Li Zhihuan watched Sun Tzu's art of war with great interest. The study was warm, and there was light snow outside, very comfortable.
At the beginning of the second day of the year, the soldiers of the Yangzhou Army finally had enough fun, each carrying a tool to open the canal. It is expected to be completed in four or five days. By then, the canal will be opened, the waterwheel will be completed, and the field will be dug. Spreading like a spider web, it spread across the Jiangbo Village, staggered vertically and horizontally, and finally merged into the south pond, filling the pond and flowing to Anlu Village.
Wu Youmiao circled a few plots of land on the map. Rice had to be planted. He had such a large manor, but he did not eat rice and eat noodles and bought them outside. Jiangbo Villa has nine thousand good fields, seven thousand acres in the south, and three hundred and four hundred acres in the east. Rice is planted. The yield per mu is three hundred kilos. Three seasons a year, nine hundred kilos.
3 million pounds of rice can be collected in one year—25,500 stones.
In the southern part of the Minjiang River, there is one stone and one silver, which means that it produces 25,000 silver each year! The yield per mu is seven, two or five thousand silver!
Yan Youmiao's eyes suddenly straightened, and she couldn't even hold her abacus, she couldn't hold her fingers. Li Zhizheng and Zhang Er looked at You Miao somehow.
"Sheep is crazy." You Miao said, "Don't worry about me."
烽 Li Zhixi laughed, stretched out his hand and held You Miao, still reading his book, You Miao cracked in his arms and intended to pan.
Of course, not all the 25,000 silvers belonged to him. Those old tenants You Miao gave one point down, but if they wanted to recruit long-term workers or new tenants, naturally they would not be able to do that, at least it would be five cents.
There are 12,500 silvers, and the donation of the entire villa's land to the court is deducted. The vacant land is counted as one acre and one dollar of silver, and Liangtian is counted as one acre and five money. There are eight thousand silver left.
As long as the whole rice field is outsourced, he will certainly be hungry and make a net profit of 82,000 per year. You Miao have always heard how difficult it is to plant Jiangbo Villa-it is really difficult to plant, no one has no water, no fertilizer, and no one to cultivate. The rice could not be planted, and the lake dried up. If you want to apply water, you can only see the face of God.
Once the water tanker is built, the river water used for irrigation will be endless, let alone double-crop rice. It is not difficult to plant three crops a year, and the yield per mu has tripled. You Dechuan does not cultivate land, and naturally does not care about farming institutions such as iron ploughs, double-row hoees, and shovel. You Miao put down the Shennong Jing and said, "Zhang Er, throw me the ink scripture on the bookshelf."
When a book came crashing, Li Zhizhen raised his hand and grabbed it. You Miao took it and read it carefully.
In these days, You Miao has a rough idea of ​​several ancient planting methods.
"The Book of Public Input" was written by Luban, a master craftsman, and it contains all ingenious devices, such as waterwheels, bamboo tubes, kite kits, and bronze irons, as well as playthings such as beams and columns, housing structures, and wood and stone. Although the technique of injecting life is good, its connection with agriculture is not strong.
"Mo Jing" was written by Mo Zi, the ancestor of the Mohist family. It also discusses the organs, but it is divided into two categories: the soldiers' chapter and the farmer's chapter. The article on soldiers specializes in flying crossbows, ditch claws, and even siege ladders, throwing devices, and crossbows for organ houses. These miaos are not needed, so let them go first. The farmhouse article is a good place to connect with the land, including three-row ploughs, giant ploughs, sowers, double-row hoees, shovel shovel, weeding irons, ditches to separate trenches, and copper repellers. Manufactured in accordance with the organization recorded above, and with the tools such as the mill, dustpan, and sieve on the book "Tiangong Kaiwu", a family and two cattle can easily take care of hundreds of acres of land.
Chapter 53: Two Butterfly Love Flowers
齐 "Qi Min Yao Shu" is devoted to the nature of various crops, including what fertilizers are applied in which areas, whether it is plant ash or human and animal urine, etc., as well as threshing and selection of seeds.
"Shen Nong Jing" talks about plant species and functions.
There are no exceptions to these books. They all have the mother's comments. It seems that the mother also wanted to renovate the villa in the past. A small plot of land, farming and playing, and the corresponding analysis in the book. Regardless of the land, the harvest, and the price of rice on the outside market, some rice must be planted to avoid famine.
She Qiao Ke'er wrote about the Jiangnan Plague she had encountered when she was a child. The plague had a very deep impression on her. The people were exposed to the wilds of the corpses, eating easily and eating food. They could not buy rice noodles with silver. Therefore, no matter whether it is a good harvest year or a famine year, the grain should be set aside.
Looking at it, Miao Youmiao also believed that it was safest to grow rice, because no matter what year, everyone had to eat, the noodles could not be sold, and it was good to store them in their own granaries.
You Youmiao delineated the place, and wrote the word "eight thousand two" on the paddy field area. The rice planting in the high field in the east is about to be scheduled. In the low-lying area, from the east of the villa to the large pond, the soil is loose, but you can consider planting rapeseeds. When you find a beekeeper, build a row of beehives by the pond, so you can go out from the villa, a green field. It is really pleasing.
"How much is the price of oil now?" You Miao said.
Zhang Zhang'er looked up at You Miao and said, "It's fifty-eight yuan a pound."
烽 Li Zhiquan casually said, "Fifty-five to sixty-five."
You Youmiao nodded and asked, "How much canola oil can be produced in one acre of rape?"
Neither Zhang Er nor Li Zhizhen could answer. You Miao went to Qi Min Yao Shu and wrote that there were 250 kilograms of rapeseed per acre of real estate, and rapeseed could squeeze 100 kilograms of oil. The yield of five or two silver per mu, plus honey, is almost the same as rice planting, not much.
Youyou Miao gladly stroked her pen and planted on a 500-acre land.
Someone outside was shouting, his voice was vaguely unclear, and it seemed to be calling Youmiao.
老 "Boy!" The man said, "Are you at home? See you coming!"
You Miao jumped when she was stung, and hurriedly put on her boots. If she could not wear them, she ran barefoot. She saw a man probe his brain in the courtyard and said, "Why isn't there such a girl? "
"Little 舅 !" You Miao yelled, ran across the corridor, fluttered into the man's arms, and the lunatic was usually sullen and rolling.
The man was Yu Miao's mother, Qiao Yan, and when you saw You Miao, he held him in his arms, rubbed his head against the wall, and said, "You little jerk! If Xiao Xi doesn't come to see you, you dare to return Not coming back to your mother's house! "
Xi Youmiao met Qiao Yan, crying and laughing, dragging him into the hall, pressing him on the couch and drilling into his arms, buried in his chest, without saying a word.
"Okay." Qiao Xun just laughed, patted You Miao's back, motioned him to see You Miao's eyes red, and laughed: "I just want to say that you have grown taller, but also followed The child looks like a crying nose. "
You Youmiao sniffed, Li Zhiyun took his boots and served him, and You Miao went to the inner room to get tea, and said, "Why are you here?"