flstandardbreds Chapter 171 Being Despised by the Farmer Uncle
Chapter 171 Being Despised by the Farmer Uncle
The people are more afraid of officials than bandits. It seems that the saying "a harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger" is true.
"Village chief, we are not here to collect taxes, we are here to distribute grain seeds. I am the imperial teacher of the current dynasty, Qi Dasheng." Gu Xi helped the village chief up and said.
Village Chief Chen looked at Gu Xi, a young man with a dark face.
He had never seen the imperial teacher, but he had heard that it was the imperial teacher who successfully prayed for rain and alleviated the drought for the world.
In his imagination, the national teacher should be an old man with a sage-like appearance, so how could he be so young?
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Gu Xi ordered the soldiers to bring the rice seeds over and said:
"This is called hybrid rice. It has a short growth cycle and high yield. If you plant it now, you can still harvest a season before the weather gets cold."
The village chief looked at the rice seeds in amazement and said:
"I have only planted rice for one season in my life. Now I am preparing to plant taro or vegetables to earn some money to get through the winter. If I plant rice again, I am afraid I will not get any harvest and will not be able to survive the winter."
When they heard that this person was the imperial teacher who was praying for rain for them, and not one of the people from the county government, the villagers boldly came forward and said:
"Yes, yes, Master Imperial Master, my taro has already been planted."
Gu Xi asked:
"How many kilograms of taro can you produce per acre?"
The villagers replied: "If there were no famine, we could harvest 300 to 400 kilograms, and at least get through this winter."
Gu Xi frowned, the output was really low.
When she went to the seed station to learn about various crops before, she heard the staff of the seed station say that their taro were all high-quality varieties, and one acre could produce 5,000 to 8,000 kilograms.
That's a twenty-fold difference.
It is estimated that the taro of this era is a wild variety that has not been improved. It seems that next time, she will have to buy some high-quality varieties of taro.
Gu Xi looked at the villagers, understood what they were worried about, and said:
"How about this, I will give out the grain seeds here for free, and as long as you are willing to plant the grain seeds I give you, for every acre of land you plant, I will give you 100 kilograms of rice, and all the grain you grow will belong to you."
"I guarantee that the yield of this grain is very high. Under normal circumstances, the yield per mu can reach more than 1,000 kilograms."
Considering the villagers' level of acceptance and the different quality of the land, Gu Xi didn't dare to say too much.
This sentence was like a bomb, and all the villagers were stunned.
Free 100 kilograms of rice?
Even if the grain fails to produce any harvest, they won't lose money!
After all, taro contains water, while rice is real food. One pound of rice can be exchanged for five pounds of taro.
Is there such a good thing as pie falling from the sky?
Village Chief Chen's gray beard trembled with excitement and asked:
"Master Imperial Master, are you serious about this?"
Gu Xi asked them to wait, then walked away, took out several tons of rice from the space, and asked the special forces to pull it over on a cart.
Looking at the mountain of rice in front of them, the whole village knelt down excitedly.
"I plant, I plant, my family has three acres of paddy fields!"
"I also plant, I have four acres!"
"Didn't you grow taro?"
"With such a good thing, only a fool would not plant it. I'll go pull up the taro seedlings right away!"
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Gu Xi asked the village chief to bring the book of paddy field conditions of each villager and distribute rice seeds and rice according to the book.
After the distribution, the villagers and special forces were taught to study together according to the instructions given by the seed station.
Everyone quickly got busy.
After Gu Xi finished explaining what needed to be explained, he placed a coffee table under the big tree at the entrance of the village and took out two large thermos buckets of sour plum soup and a box of disposable paper cups.
Whether you are a special forces soldier or a villager, if you are thirsty, you can come and drink sour plum soup to quench your thirst and relieve the heat.
Chu Zhao, who was disguised as Gu Xi's follower, was also busy. He took a ballpoint pen and a small notebook and wrote down the problems reported by the villagers and special forces.
After a while, Chu Zhao came back sweating profusely, picked up a glass of iced sour plum soup and drank it all, wiped his mouth, and said to Gu Xi:
"Axi, the villagers are all good at growing crops. Other problems are not a big deal, except for one thing."
"It's dry and rainy today, and there's not enough water in the paddy fields. We need to bring water into the fields."
"There is a river nearby. If we rely on manpower to carry water, our soldiers can help a few villages to carry water, but there is still half of the village of An Ning behind us."
“If the villagers are asked to fetch water on their own, the planting season may be delayed.”
This is a good question.
Gu Xi thought about the time-travel novels he had read, in which the protagonists were all able to operate waterwheels.
She can't do it, but she can go to Modern to get it.
So he said:
"Tell the soldiers not to rush to fetch water, but to finish other things first. Tomorrow I will make the water flow to the fields automatically."
That night, Chu Zhao also wanted to go back to the modern era.
"Aren't you tired? You've been farming for half a day." Gu Xi said.
Chu Zhao said with great energy:
"I'm not tired. I want to go with you to see the magic weapon that can make water flow automatically to the fields!"
After the two returned to the modern era, Gu Xi took Chu Zhao straight to the countryside.
Seeing an old man strolling at the entrance of the village, Gu Xi asked:
"Uncle, do you know where I can buy a water truck?"
"What waterwheel?" the old man wondered.
Gu Xi said: "It's the kind that can be used to irrigate the fields."
The old man looked disdainful and said:
"The Qing Dynasty died early, who still has a waterwheel?"
Gu Xi: “…”
The old man put his left hand on his waist and pointed to the fields in the distance with his right hand. He said with an air of commanding the whole country:
"Nowadays, our farmers are all using modern farming methods. We have seed drills for sowing, harvesters for harvesting, and even remote-controlled airplanes to spray pesticides for pest control."
After hearing this, Gu Xi could only nod.
When she was a child, she lived in the countryside with her grandmother, when there was no mechanization.
All I can say is that our country's development is advancing by leaps and bounds.
"What about watering?" Gu Xi asked very modestly.
Seeing Gu Xi's admiring eyes, the old man became even more proud and said:
"Of course we use a water pump. Put a water pump by the river, connect the pipe, and you can water any land you want. Come on, I'll show you."
Gu Xi suddenly felt that he was so ignorant.
Chu Zhao and Gu Xi followed the old man to a river, where someone was using a water pump to irrigate the land.
The water pump was running, making a buzzing sound. Looking along the long water pipe, the water at the other end was flowing into the fields.
Gu Xi said: "This is to pump water with electricity, right? But this river is so far away from the village, are the wires stretched so far?"
If you use electricity, it will be a bit troublesome.
The old man gave her an idiotic look and pointed to a small house next to him, where many photovoltaic panels were neatly arranged.
"Girl, how come you don't know anything? Pulling the wires from home will cost a lot of electricity. Don't we have solar power?"
Okay, Gu Xi learned it, and gave a thumbs up and said:
"You are amazing, you know everything! Do you know where to buy these photovoltaic panels and water pumps?"