PFC Chapter 337 You guys say what you guys say, I just sigh
Chapter 337 You guys say what you guys say, I just sigh
The harvest season has arrived, but it is not autumn yet.
After the spring came, Zhang Deshui asked Zhang Songshu to record in detail the solar terms, weather, and the growth of crops.
Later, Li Lanzhen noticed that it was very inconvenient for him to write while holding a piece of rice paper.
I simply found him a book similar to a picture book in the space.
There are no grids or stripes on it, just a big white paper.
Of course, the pen used is not a brush, but a charcoal pencil.
Speaking of charcoal pencils, nowadays, except for children studying in school, they must use brushes.
Everyone else learned to use charcoal pencils.
Li Lanzhen also encouraged all the women to learn to read and write like the children.
Start by learning to write your own name.
So over the past six months, the women in Taohuayuan have learned to write their own names, and most of them can recognize hundreds of characters.
Han Shunde saw that the women were studying hard and actively, so he also encouraged the men to seize every opportunity during the slack season, when eating in the fields, or in the yard to learn to read and write.
Of course, you should start by learning to write your own name.
So they all use charcoal pencils, and the use of charcoal pencils also makes it easier for them to accept writing.
Not as resistant as using a brush.
When we first talked about recognizing and writing, the men raised their big, rough, rake-like hands and laughed.
"Village chief, do you think my hand looks like the hand that holds a brush? If I squeeze it hard, the brush will break!"
Then there was a burst of laughter.
Han Shunde gave him a lecture.
Later, Xue Lao Hu told them to write with charcoal pencil, which was faster and more convenient.
Ask your wife to sew a bag with old cloth, put a dozen charcoal pencils in it, and you can write anytime and anywhere.
So on this day, Han Shunde convened the village committee meeting.
Zhang Songshu took out his precious notebook.
When Li Lanzhen took a look, she realized that the outside of the notebook must have been made of a piece of cloth that Li Sanya sewed on top, forming a book cover.
Zhang Songshu opened it carefully and reported to everyone about the planting time, growth and maturity of rice, wheat, corn, various beans, sweet potatoes and potatoes.
After listening, everyone started to communicate with each other.
Han Shunde looked at Zhang Deshui.
"Brother, what do you think we should harvest first?"
Han Dazhong also said with a frown.
"That's right, Brother Zhang, look at what a mess this is.
When we were in Hanjia Village, we harvested wheat around July or August.
Rice and corn should be harvested in autumn.
But look, now each and every one of them has matured as if they were running a race with all their might.
That day I secretly went to dig in the sweet potato field.
Guess how big that sweet potato is? It’s even bigger than the ones grown in the vegetable greenhouse. It’s this big! Oh my god!”
After hearing him speak and gesture, everyone burst into laughter.
This laughter contains pride, happiness, complacency and satisfaction!
Li Lanzhen didn’t know anything about planting, but the memories of her original body were similar to what Han Dazhong said.
She didn't know what to do, so she just waited for what Zhang Deshui said.
Under everyone's urging gazes, Zhang Deshui spoke.
“Let’s harvest the wheat first!
The wheat is ripe, and even the stalks have turned dry and yellow.
I am afraid that if there is a gust of wind, the lodging phenomenon will be serious and the wheat yield will be reduced! That would be a pity!
And there are more than 50 grains on each ear of wheat.
Oh my God!
Have you seen it? This is the first time I have seen it. Every grain of wheat is round and plump. When you take a bite, it is full of wheat fragrance. "
After hearing his description, everyone swallowed unconsciously.
Zhang Deshui saw everyone's expressions and said with a laugh.
“We harvested the wheat first, and after that we threshed the grains and stored them in the barn, and then we harvested the rice.
Then we'll go pick corn cobs."
Zhang Songshu reminded his father at this time.
"Dad, the sweet potatoes and potatoes can't grow anymore, right? I see that all the potato vines have collapsed and turned yellow."
Zhang Deshui sat there, tapping the table and speaking with confidence.
"Harvest. The land where potatoes and sweet potatoes are planted has a lot of sand in the soil, which is soft. The whole village, young and old, can harvest it in one day."
After saying that, he looked around at everyone.
"That's what I thought. Since the sweet potatoes and potatoes are ripe, they should be harvested now.
Then plant another crop, and let it grow as big as it can before the snow falls.
What do you think? "
When everyone heard that they could plant one more crop, it meant they could harvest one more crop of food. With one more crop of food, they could have enough to eat in the winter. What else could they say?
One word in unison: "Collect"
Han Shunde told everyone with a smile.
“I have good news for you all.
Uncle Li from the woodworking workshop has researched and built a rice thresher.
Lightweight and easy to use, I have used it and it works great! ”
When Zhang Deshui heard this, he stared at Han Shunde with shining eyes.
"Village Chief, it's true. How many threshers have you built?"
But they know that rice transplanters are the key players in transplanting rice in the spring.
Now that threshers have been developed, the time spent on harvesting rice can be even shorter!
“Of course it’s true, when I went there yesterday there were already ten threshers.
By the time we harvest the sweet potatoes, potatoes and wheat, we should have about 20 to 30 of them.”
When everyone heard this, they were so happy that they rubbed their hands.
Zhang Deshui said, “That’s great!
A few days ago, I went to the carpentry workshop and saw Uncle Li chiseling more than a dozen stone robes.
The threshing ground is also ready.
The wheat is harvested and carried to the threshing ground. After it has dried, the horses can be harnessed with stone saddles to thresh the wheat.
Li Lanzhen sat quietly, watching them talking happily with beaming faces, saying that these manual agricultural machines seemed so backward to her.
Come to think of it, people outside Taohuayuan are still using primitive farm tools to plant and harvest crops.
The work efficiency is low and the workload is heavy. The people are very tired and they don’t even have enough to eat.
She sighed unconsciously.
Zhang Deshui immediately heard her sigh.
Puzzled, he asked, "Sister Lanzhen, what are you worried about? You're sighing."
Li Lanzhen laughed and said.
"No, I thought about the common people outside the Peach Blossom Spring. They planted crops and harvested crops. Without these farm tools, they would be very tired and would spend more time to do these farm work.
After she said this, everyone fell silent and lowered their heads, thinking about the days in the past when they had to work hard in the fields and could not even have enough to eat after a year of hard work.
These words surprised the prince who was sitting next to him, and he looked at Li Lanzhen with burning eyes.
“Aunt Lan Zhen is truly a unique woman, different from any other woman he has ever seen in this dynasty.
Before this, the prince felt that his mother was strong enough and powerful enough to take on the responsibility of being the mother of a country and managing the harem, which was not easy!
Unexpectedly, meeting Li Lanzhen here overturned his impression of women of this dynasty.
Aunt Lan Zhen always has the world in her heart. If she were a man, she would definitely recommend her to my father!
Ugh!
The prince sighed unconsciously, which attracted everyone's attention.
The prince waved his hand and said.
"You guys say what you want to say, I'm just sighing as well, that's all."