Chapter 331 I'm Too Ashamed to See My Aunt

The rice seeds are provided by Taohua Village, so the upper and lower villages naturally have to report the harvest date before arrangements can be made.

Bai Dazhi brought a few people to run back and forth between the two villages. Fortunately, they had horses and were in good health, otherwise they would not have been able to run for several days in such a hot day.

The upper and lower villages were not allowed to use harvesters and large trucks, but they did get several threshers.

The harvest has begun. People in the fields line up and start harvesting rice. Then someone will bring the rice in bundles to the thresher.

The thresher made a rumbling sound. One person handed the rice to the thresher, while another person stepped on the pedal and concentrated on putting the rice into the thresher for threshing.

Knowing that the expected yield of white peaches is more than 1,000 kilograms per mu, Bai Dazhi became very nervous.

The ten acres of land were harvested and the grains were threshed.

Bai Dazhi didn't care about the people who were exhausted but excited from stepping on the thresher. He called two people and started weighing.

Zhou Yang and Kong Daming also hurried over. Not only them, but others also came over nervously to help.

Before the rice harvest in the two villages began, the villagers were already smiling happily as they looked at the heavy ears of rice; it was the first time they had seen such good rice.

Experienced farmers estimate that the yield per mu can reach 600 kilograms.

This is just an estimate, but it is enough to make people from both villages so excited that they wake up laughing in their sleep.

The scale was shipped from Taohua Village and it is the most accurate scale possible.

Sack after sack of millet was weighed and the total number was soon determined.

Bai Dazhi: "On average, the yield per 10 mu is 1,082 kilograms."

One thousand and eighty-two kilograms? !
When this number was announced, people from the two villages were all stunned.

"This, this, can't be possible?"

"Is it wrong?"

Just over a thousand kilograms, this is too exaggerated. This is the yield per mu, not the total amount of five mu.

"Yes, yes, Master Bai, could it be that the calculation was wrong?" If it was more than 500 or 600 kilograms, then there would definitely be no problem.

But one thousand and eighty-two kilograms, that's impossible.

Bai Dazhi glanced at the people around him and casually handed the paper with the number in his hand to Zhou Yang next to him: "That's right, you can count it again by yourselves."

Zhou Yang and Kong Daming looked at each other and decided to weigh themselves again and calculate again.

The people in the upper and lower villages were nervous and afraid, so naturally no one objected to weighing again.

They started to busy themselves with weighing, while Bai Dazhi sat down on the rice straw beside them.

Compared to the disbelief of the people in the upper and lower villages, Bai Dazhi looked a little dazed.

He was sure that the number was correct, but even though the yield per mu here exceeded 1,000, the thresher still rolled in some rice stalks, which was not as clean as a harvester.

Not to mention, the weight of the millet from Taohua Village has been determined after drying and sifting, so there are no stones in the millet and all the empty grains have been removed.

If measured according to the standards of Taohua Village, the yield per mu in Shangcun and Xiacun after peeling should be around 700 to 800 kilograms.

I must have missed something.

Bai Dazhi frowned. He carefully recalled the process from the germination of grain seeds to the raising of seedlings and transplanting... He repeatedly matched the steps in the video in his mind.

Every step is in line with the instructions, and fertilization is also carried out according to the video instructions. The time period for top dressing and what kind of fertilizer to use in what time period are all recorded in the notebook. Now I can see it clearly when I look at it.

Then Bai Dazhi became even more confused. What went wrong?
My aunt entrusted me with such an important task, but I didn't do it well.

How can I have the face to see my aunt?

There is strength in numbers. Although we were weighing ten acres of rice, it was also quick to weigh it again because it had already been packed into sacks.

The people in the upper and lower villages were naturally not as fast at calculating as the people in Taohua Village, but after adding up the numbers one by one, the final result was the same as what Bai Dazhi had reported before.

That’s one thousand and eighty-two kilograms.

"Is it really 1,082 kilograms?!" "Yes, everyone was watching just now."

"Yes, there are three of us, and each of us has counted several times."

Zhou Yang and Kong Daming each took separate pieces of paper to record their results, and the final results were the same, so naturally there would be no difference.

The two looked at each other, and Zhou Yang took the paper in his hand and said word by word: "It is indeed 1,082 kilograms."

Kong Daming also spoke up: "I've counted it several times, it's correct!"

The two men were the village chiefs. As soon as they finished speaking, the people present were in an uproar.

"One thousand and eighty-two pounds!"

“We actually managed to grow such a high yield of crops.”

The yield per mu is over 1,000 kilograms.

What is this concept.

In the past, even if they took good care of the fields they cultivated, the yield per mu was only a little over 200 kilograms.

Now that the yield per mu exceeded 1,000 kilograms, people were boiling with excitement and excitement. They wanted to shout and say something, but they didn't know what to say for a moment.

They looked at each other, grinning, with red eyes, or quietly wiping away tears that had appeared at some point...

While everyone was excited, Bai Dazhi was still sitting on the piles of rice stalks, and the people from Taohua Village who were responsible for planting with him did not say a word.

Zhou Yang, who was originally smiling at Kong Daming, noticed the silent Bai Dazhi out of the corner of his eye, was stunned for a moment, and hurried over.

"Master Bai, what are you doing?"

It's obviously something worth being happy about, but why does he seem unhappy?

Is it because everyone just questioned his calculation?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang quickly apologized: "Master Bai, don't take what happened just now to heart."

"The villagers didn't do it on purpose. They just had never seen the world before. For a moment, they couldn't believe that they could grow crops with such a high yield."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhou Yang wouldn't have believed anything he said.

Kong Daming also came over and said, "Yes, Master Bai, it's our fault. We shouldn't have questioned you. I apologize to you on behalf of everyone."

Bai Dazhi was patted on the shoulder by the fellow villagers sitting behind him. He came back to his senses and looked up at Zhou Yang and Kong Daming in a trance: "Ah, what's wrong with you?"

The two repeated what they had just said. Bai Dazhi waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with you. It's my problem."

Zhou Yang and Kong Daming looked at each other in confusion. Why was this so strange?

Bai Dazhi ignored the two of them and muttered again, "Something must have gone wrong."

“The output shouldn’t be so low.”

As soon as he said this, Zhou Yang and Kong Daming's eyes widened and they exclaimed in surprise.

"what?"

“Is the grain output still low?”

The two were so shocked that their screams were a little louder, attracting the attention of the happy crowd nearby.

Everyone gathered around in confusion.

"Village Chief, what's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, what did you just say, what was less, what did you mean?"

Zhou Yang and Kong Daming shook their heads. They didn’t know either, and they were also confused.

It's raining heavily here.

It rained even harder than when that guy went to ask for money.